The fabric of the tower groaned under its own weight as space twisted and trembled around the shattered seal.
Cracks had formed not just in the structure but in the divine laws themselves. The system stuttered in vain, trying to make sense of what had occurred—what had been unleashed.
A burst of celestial light tore across the cracked sky as the Divine Council descended in haste, their wings outstretched, their faces contorted in fury and panic.
Each of them radiated divine energy strong enough to level entire floors—yet none of them looked at ease.
They had not come to punish.
They had come to plead.
"You fool! You've ruined everything! Do you even understand what you've done?!"
The angelic leader bellowed as they landed before Fenrir, his wings dim and trembling.
Behind them, Shelly, Zerg, Anna, and Valis arrived—panting, wounded, but persistent. They had followed the trail of collapsed reality and arrived in time to hear the council's cries.
