Far above, the Tribunal shuddered.
Sireva's threads unraveled. Her form flickered in and out of stable existence. Ioh's core sentences began repeating, then contradicting themselves.
Only Ko'Thar remained still.
But even he was bleeding law—concepts decaying around him. Time fractured in pockets. A day passed in a second. A second stretched into infinity.
"Contain him," Ioh chanted, trying to reset the narrative.
But Kael had already moved beyond the rules.
"I don't fit in your story anymore," he said.
Then he raised the shardblade—and the world listened.
He struck not with force, but with intent—driving the blade into the Tribunal's anchor.
[ERROR: Core Law Engine Compromised]
[Reality Layer 7 Collapsing…]
[Warning: Independent Constructs Achieving Narrative Immunity]
The Tribunal fractured.
Their forms scattered like broken myths—not destroyed, but thrown out of sync with the system that once obeyed them.
And for the first time since the Nexus was born… the gods were gone.