Naval shielded his eyes as shards of marrow-light streamed upward, vanishing into the cracks of the sky. "Leon… whatever you just did—it's not stopping here. That refusal of yours, it's spreading."
Milim's wings unfurled again, violet fire catching the strange new stars above. "Heh. Good. Let the Tower choke on it. About time someone forced it to sing instead of whisper judgment."
Roselia stood straighter, her constellations circling her with renewed brilliance. "No Arbiter was ever meant to be denied. And yet… the marrow accepted his defiance. It didn't erase him. It bent."
Liliana clutched her chest, her silver threads dancing faintly in the shifting light. Her voice trembled, reverent. "This is… the birth of something new. The marrow doesn't chain him because it can't. His resonance exists outside the verdict."
