She didn't just merge with the World Core.
She redefined it.
Asher felt it then—not just a ripple through the dungeon, but a harmonic echo through him, through the tower, through everything. The Sovereign Keys—those relics of order and memory—had not simply granted her access. They had returned to their creator.
The world around them buckled.
The stone beneath his feet softened, losing cohesion. Air shimmered like heatwaves before becoming threads of raw mana. Walls became curtains of code, shifting glyphs that no longer obeyed gravity or logic. This wasn't just the Core being absorbed—it was recompiled.
Valeris was no longer merging with a dungeon-born world.
She was forging a new one.
And it was using her as the axis.
