In the Silent Tribunal, a realm hidden beyond all systems—where time bent to judgment and stars bowed to law—the Architects convened.
Nine thrones hovered in a perfect circle, each representing a fragment of universal power. Code streamed endlessly through the air like silk, and truth, not time, was the currency of this place.
The Architect of Time spoke first. Her voice ticked like a clock winding backward.
> "He has absorbed all three sparks. The Rebellion is complete."
The Architect of Order slammed his staff against his throne.
> "This anomaly cannot be permitted to reach the Core. He has already dismantled Lucien—he will destroy us all next."
A low growl came from the Architect of Chaos, whose throne pulsed with entropy.
> "And yet... wasn't this always the prophecy?"
They fell into silence.
Then the center pulsed.
