For a moment, there was silence.
Not the silence of peace—but the hush that comes before a world screams.
The Divine Skies of Elira cracked open. The laws that once defined death and memory fractured. And in that unnatural stillness… the dead began to breathe again.
Not flesh and blood, not mere ghosts.
But souls.
Forgotten. Erased. Purged by the divine order. NPCs whose worlds had been reset. Rebels who dared challenge fate. Old gods who refused the shackles of the Celestial Court.
All of them answered Darius's call.
[The Throne of Unwritten Light – Nexus Citadel]
Darius stood at the edge of his evolving dominion. His body was no longer bound by traditional physics—veins of voidlight pulsed beneath his skin, each heartbeat shifting reality slightly. The Crown of Wills hovered above him, unfinished. His voice echoed not through sound, but through essence.
"Rise," he whispered.
And they did.
