Every week.
A new Light World fell, like beads cut from a string.
Light worlds fell like beads cut from a string.
And the worst part?
The news never travelled inside the Light territory.
At least not… properly.
After all, the Light faction's walls were not just made of barriers and fleets, they were made of fear, they were made of… rules.
They were made of… minds being watched.
Every month, world-wide memory checks continued.
People lined up in silence, children were told not to cry, families held hands while strangers looked through their thoughts.
World leaders smiled and bowed and offered their minds first, to prove loyalty. They acted proud in public, but in private, even they swallowed their anger like poison.
And so, inside Light territory, the Anomaly's "truth" died in the throat before it could become a shout.
Outside Light territory, though?
That was an entirely different story.
Outside, it spread.
