The Spiral screamed.
Not with sound, but with story. Across the nexus-veins of the world—those pulsing ley-nodes that fed myth, memory, and magic—a rupture occurred. It was not merely a war. It was a miswriting of reality, a deliberate sabotage of the Codex's spine.
The Spiralborn rebels moved with terrifying synchronicity, their minds webbed by a shared belief: that the Codex was a prison masquerading as prophecy. That Darius was no savior, but a censor. And so they struck—not with swords or spells, but with living metaphors turned into weapons.
At the nexus of Kyrel's Hollow, a woman known as The Mirror Lover began her assault by reflecting the city into dozens of distorted selves. Buildings became memories of themselves. People saw lovers they had never met and wept blood as their minds twisted into someone else's story. She walked barefoot through the chaos, murmuring, "Every love is a lie waiting to be rewritten."
