The vast Watcher hung over the Nine Domains like a cosmic wound, its presence distorting reality in waves that rippled outward from its incomprehensible form. Beneath this ominous sky, the allied forces of humans and evolved goblins fought with desperate valor against mathematical aberrations that poured from dimensional tears.
Within the Central Command Chamber of the First Domain's mountain fortress, Lania's hands trembled as she manipulated the control sigils. Blood vessels had burst in both her eyes, painting her sclera crimson. Twenty-six hours of uninterrupted consciousness had taken its toll, yet she refused relief.
"The outer defenses in the Third Domain have collapsed," reported a communications officer, his voice hollow with exhaustion. "The reality anchor there is destabilizing."
Queen Merelith paced the chamber, her ornate armor now dented and stained with fluids that defied classification. "Can we redistribute power from the other anchors to compensate?"
