Chapter 141 - Nightfall’s Throne

Where the throne-sigil had crumbled, where decree's first law had shattered into fragments of unmaking, a void greater still began to bloom. It was not silence's dominion anymore, not decree's empire, but something rawer older. It was a force that had lain dormant beneath inevitability itself, like a corpse buried under stone so heavy it could not stir until the stone itself cracked. That weight had now broken. What slumbered beneath eternity's marrow stirred.