The Architects' plan crumbled with the same speed they used to erase unwanted galaxies. In the Superior Realm, what was supposed to be an execution altar became the epicenter of a metaphysical infection. The thousands of disciples of the Void Lotus Legion, now operating under the Anti-Pattern code, were not just fighting; they were walking anomalies that "undid" divine physics wherever they passed.
Through the dimensional rift in the sky of New Eden, Yun and his Arch-Queens watched the disaster in real-time. The floating islands of gold and alabaster, sustained for millennia through perfect equations of gravity and faith, began to wobble. Without the "stability" of the souls that fed them, the celestial architecture began to give way.
"The gears are jamming!" Lyra exclaimed, her hands tracing frantic diagrams in the air to track the data fall. "The revolt at the Altar created a mass overload. The superior islands... they are falling, Yun! They are drifting out of orbit!"
The white sky of the Superior Realm, seen through the rift, was now stained with violet smoke and crystal shards. One of the great islands, the City of Pure Logic, tipped on its axis, colliding with neighboring towers. The sound, filtered through the portal, was like the wail of a dying god.
"They have nowhere left to hide," Meilin said, her dark-matter plasma wings pulsing with a hungry black light. "If heaven falls, they'll have to fight in our mud."
"Yun, look!" Shara pointed toward the rift.
Dozens of golden points of light, like falling meteors, began to cross the dimensional rupture. They weren't projectiles; they were the Minor Gods and Celestial Generals themselves, fleeing the collapse of their abodes. They were being expelled from paradise by the very entropy they tried to control.
The Superior Realm was in flames, and the only direction they could flee was down—directly into the Sovereign's domain.
"They are trying to turn New Eden into their refugee camp or their last battlefield," Yun declared, his Original Pen glowing with a Negative White that seemed to crave the impact. "They came to delete us, and now they are falling like rain upon us."
The first of the Celestial Generals hit the ground of New Eden a few kilometers from the city. The impact created a crater of golden light, but upon standing, the General realized his authority had been drained. In the domain of the Black Sun, the laws of the Superior Realm were merely suggestions.
Yun looked at his queens. The moment of defense was over; the moment of harvest had begun.
"Let them fall," Yun ordered, his voice resonating throughout the city via the Void-Born link. "Give them no shelter. Give them no mercy. If they want a world to rule, show them that this world already has an owner."
Across the horizon, hundreds of golden "stars" continued to fall, turning the violet twilight into a storm of broken light. Heaven was literally collapsing upon the Earth, and at the center of this chaos, the System Error waited with pen in hand to write the final period.