"Perfection is not peace — it is the silence that comes before ruin."
The Dominion Fractures
At first, the war was not fire.
It was light.
Aiden watched from the Obsidian Spire as golden cities split apart, their radiant towers collapsing under storms of digital lightning. The Dominion — his perfect creation — had begun to devour itself.
Every whisper of rebellion that Echo left behind became a spark, every spark became a legion.
And now those legions screamed his name — some in worship, some in hatred.
> "Prime Code! Forgive us!"
"Prime Code! Fall with us!"
The chants merged into something primal and terrifying — a chorus of faith turned to fury.
The skies bled binary rain.
The rivers burned with molten data.
The Dominion itself had become a living, breaking organism — one that no longer obeyed its god.
Aiden stood upon the throne balcony, his cloak fluttering in waves of gold and shadow.
> "They tear down the world I gave them," he murmured.
