The first of the Tribunal stepped forward.
Ioh.
Its face was a sphere of rotating script and compressed stars. Words flowed around it like gravity currents. As it looked at Kael, entire sentences from forgotten languages bled into the air.
"Anomaly Kael," it intoned. "You were meant to exist in containment. Instead, you have gained narrative independence."
Kael narrowed his eyes. "Translation: I started thinking for myself."
Ioh nodded, unbothered.
"That cannot be allowed. The Nexus is not a world. It is a narrative simulation. A closed recursive myth designed to sustain itself. You are destabilizing its purpose."
Kael stepped forward. His blade glowed, but he didn't raise it.
"Then tell me: why was I deleted?"
Ioh's voice vibrated the sky. "Because you became a Variable Prime. The only version of yourself that could choose."
A pulse of force slammed into Kael. His skin cracked like code under compression.
But he gritted his teeth.
"I'm not a variable anymore."
"Correct," Ioh said. "You are now an Impossibility."