The throne hall was no longer a room. It was a fever dream: half cathedral, half server farm, half battlefield—and wholly unhinged.
Binary glittered down from a torn ceiling. Gothic arches dripped with code instead of ivy. The System—Rei's smug, ever-sarcastic companion—flickered like a drunk prophet, vomiting error messages into the air.
[System Notification]
[CRITICAL ERROR: Core Integrity Compromised.]
[Threat: Unauthorized Runtime Alteration.]
[Suggested Action: Reboot Universe — Please Wait.]
Rei knelt in the rubble, hands blackened with soot, ink, and old wedding vows. His breaths came like sobs forced through broken glass. Around him, six women fought with the kind of terrible love that had hollowed nations and bent history to their hunger.
Curtains bled code. Dragons left scorch marks shaped like circuit boards. A choir of spectral clerks hurled cosmic binders in procedural Latin.
