Lucien did not slow.
He reached for his title. The Unwritten One.
Lucien did not activate it lightly. This authority was not a spell. It was an imposition upon causality itself.
He considered his choice carefully.
Soon, Lucien made his decision.
"I command the world's law," he said, "to forget that I ever stepped foot upon the planet of the Lithrens."
The authority descended. The air trembled.
Lucien's vision filled with a web of threads. The threads of existence.
He watched them shift, coil, and realign, rewriting the universe's own recollection.
History blurred.
Causality rewrote its margins.
In the universal ledger, the planet's disappearance remained an anomaly, but the path that led to Lucien vanished.
Lucien exhaled.
'Another plan completed.'
The Obsidian Tower surged onward.
Within Lucien's divine energy core, something vast shifted its attention.
The Abyssal One regarded him.
"I see," the Abyssal One said at last.
Its voice was slow.
