The King's first step away from the dais cracked the stone beneath his feet. His twenty Shards left the throne circuit together, carrying surviving royal pressure into the districts that still had walls, bridges, and living people behind them.
The second step opened a golden route through the eastern ward. The third caught a collapsing balcony before it reached the street, and the King's burned shoulders shook when he redirected that weight toward an empty reservoir.
"The containment moves with me, and the throne no longer receives the entire city's recoil through one body."
Hajin felt the change through the Chain, and the shell pulled against the palace, yet no royal pressure entered the links from the King's former position.
The spatial map remained simple, and the hostless avatar and Loccy's carried foundation occupied the central palace.
