Valeris stepped onto the bridge of Sovereign Keys.
Each one pulsed in resonance—acknowledging her not as an inheritor, but as a returning architect. Energy cascaded up her spine, flooding her veins with raw, unfiltered intent. The light of the Core embraced her, not as a foreign force, but as a missing piece finally returned.
And then it began.
The faces emerged.
Thousands—no, millions—of spectral visages unfolded from the void surrounding the Core. Wraithlike, flickering, hovering in silence. Warriors, dreamers, tyrants, lovers—fragments of past Sovereigns, forgotten gods, and elemental titans who once shaped reality with will alone.
They circled her in reverence.
Not as ghosts seeking release.
But as codes—living sigils of primordial function.
They had once been the ruling scripts of this world. Now, drawn by the resonance of the Keys, they returned. Each face that passed through her shimmered, dissolved, and reformed—reabsorbed into the lattice of the World Core.
