The Overseer, the soul-clone of Sunny tasked with the god-like burden of managing the inner world, felt a sensation he hadn't experienced in eons: panic. He was currently plucking his hair out.
In a moment of miscalculation, a rare slip-up born from the sheer potency of his recently evolved Nihilium bloodline, he had accidentally ignited the spark of the Law of Annihilation within Thera. It wasn't the gentle, controlled flicker he had intended. It was a detonation.
"It's only half-awakened," the Overseer muttered, his hands moving with the speed of light as he wove Law Threads to contain the fallout. "Maybe... maybe there is still hope to reel it back."
He lunged forward with his spiritual essence, attempting to capture the rogue spark before it could do what it was designed to do: unmake reality.
But even a Sovereign's speed has its limits when dealing with the fundamental force of laws.
