THREE DAYS AFTER THE CONSORTIUM'S DEFEAT - COUNCIL CHAMBER
"Reality is BREAKING."
Ezra slammed a stack of reports on the table. Their face was pale. EXHAUSTED. They'd been investigating magical anomalies for seventy-two hours straight without sleep.
"Explain," I demanded.
"The Consortium didn't just MANIPULATE reality. They were PART of the structure holding it together. Like—" Ezra struggled for a metaphor. "—load-bearing walls. When we destroyed them, we removed SUPPORT. Now the building's collapsing."
They spread out documentation. Maps marked with glowing symbols. Witness testimonies. EVIDENCE.
"Seventeen incidents in three days. Objects appearing and disappearing. Time flowing BACKWARDS in certain areas. People remembering events that NEVER HAPPENED. Buildings existing in two places SIMULTANEOUSLY." Ezra pointed at specific locations. "It's getting WORSE. Accelerating. If we don't stabilize reality soon—"
"How SOON?" Valeria interrupted.
