The collapse of the Gilded Dungeon results in a horrific, melodic chime of trillions of falling coins. As the Midas-Heart unraveled under the violet edge of the scythe, the vertical labyrinth of gold dissolved into a torrential rain of worthless copper dust. Ren Hanshin stood in the center of the ruins, his silhouette a jagged breach in the golden reality of the realm.
[Synchronization: 68.0%]
[Level: 112]
Ren's breathing was a mechanical hiss, each intake of air vibrating through the porcelain and lead that now composed his chest. The 68.0% synchronization was a terrifying plateau; he no longer felt the weight of his boots or the friction of his clothes. He felt only the silk, the trillions of threads that connected every point in the Sovereign's city to the Weaver's loom.
