The ground shook violently as the sky, a tangled mess of temporal anomalies, began to violently unravel. A single point of light, a star of pure, unadulterated order, descended with a silent, terrifying grace. Its light was not a warm, life-giving glow, but a cold, sterile white that was the very antithesis of chaos. The air, once humming with the dissonant symphony of Jaden's divergence, fell into a profound, unnatural silence. The Conductor had arrived.
The Conductor's Arrival
On the Conflux's security hub, Kaela Rho stared at the main viewscreen with a chilling sense of dread. The tactical readouts were no longer a jumble of paradoxes. They were gone entirely, replaced by a single, unmoving symbol: a perfect, crystalline pictogram of an inverted triangle, glowing with the same sterile white light as the descending star. It wasn't a report; it was a statement. An absolute, mathematical certainty.
