The Hollow reeled.
It was no longer silence's sovereign chamber, no longer an empire of stillness untouched since the first decree. The vast dominion that had been law incarnate was unmade before the eyes of those who stood within it. What had once been eternal throne and marrow-bound kingdom of decree now twisted into a battlefield, a realm where rival laws clashed like rabid beasts tearing at the same carcass. Its stillness, once untouchable, was pierced through, and its dominion bled like a wounded titan. The air itself screamed, shattering under the pressure of colliding inevitabilities. The Hollow, for ages inviolate, became theater of war, trembling as silence's reign broke upon the anvil of rebellion.
