When the King Fell
The multiverse did not celebrate.
It held its breath.
Where the Crimson Throne once existed, there was now a scar.
a wound carved into existence itself.
Gods checked their domains.
Systems rebooted in panic.
[ABSOLUTE AUTHORITY SOURCE LOST]
But Erevan felt it.
The Sovereign was not dead.
Something like it could not die.
It had been denied.
Far beyond reality, in places where laws never fully reached…
they awakened.