The silence that had held the crater for six months was finally shattered. The amethyst cocoon, a crystalline shell of condensed void energy, began to hairline fracture with a sound like grinding diamonds.
High above, the World Matrix—the sentient firewall of the planet—sensed the breach. Hundreds of lightning dragons formed instantly within the bruised clouds, their electric bodies coiling with primal aggression. These weren't mere meteorological phenomena; they possessed a residual memory of the humiliation they had suffered half a year ago. They recognized the signature of the being that had stared back at them through the eyes of a God.
