The Tower of Final Authority shuddered with a resonance that seemed to emerge from its very foundations as Selena stepped away from the bone and gold throne. The visions of her own systematic processing still burned in her consciousness, but now they were accompanied by a deeper understanding of the cosmic machinery that governed all existence. The Veiled Blade hummed in her grip with frequencies that challenged not just the tower's authority but the fundamental principles that had created this realm of processed consciousness and administrative control.
The weeping monarchs who knelt in eternal submission around the throne continued their mechanical sorrow, their upward-falling tears serving as fuel for the cosmic engines that powered absolute authority. But something was changing in the chamber's atmosphere a tension that spoke of long-suppressed forces finally reaching the breaking point of endurable constraint.
