Chapter 183 - Siege of the Vanished

The Abyss Crown's negation had torn a wound in the fabric of memory itself, and through that wound came pouring the detritus of forgotten history. Where Malachar's crystalline ashes had been scattered by cosmic winds, structures began to rise not built but remembered into existence by the collective unconscious of a universe that refused to let its stories die completely. These were not mere ruins but the architectural ghosts of civilizations that had been so thoroughly erased that even their names had been forgotten.