The victory over the first wave of Void-Wavers did not bring a sense of relief to the Citadel of the Eternal Tide. Instead, it left a haunting resonance—a vibration of non-existence that hummed in the bones of every Tier 20 entity within the Reach.
Aegis stood at the center of the Grand Strategium, his body wreathed in a translucent, shifting vapor. The Chaos-Essence he had consumed was not sitting quietly; it was a storm of anti-logic attempting to dissolve his soul-core from the inside out.
"Arlan, your heartbeat is out of sync with the universal frequency," Bella said, her voice sharp with concern as she adjusted the Frost-Stabilizers around the throne.
"You are radiating a Void-Signature that is confusing the local laws. The gravity in this room has shifted three times in the last hour."
Aegis looked at his hands, which occasionally flickered into two-dimensional shadows before snapping back into solid form.
