The world split open.
When Leon whispered the name, it wasn't just sound—it was decree. Fracture Requiem pulsed outward, and everything in its path shattered into echoes. Chains lost their unity, unraveling into fragments of themselves: one link striking, another reversing, a third collapsing before it even reached. Reality could no longer hold a single outcome; every motion fractured into three, five, a thousand broken possibilities.
The ground groaned. Stone ridges split apart, their pieces hovering midair before scattering into a storm of debris that refused to fall in the same direction. Even Kar'veth's throne cracked deeper, its obsidian banners shuddering under a rhythm they could not master.
Kar'veth bared his teeth, his voice a thunderclap that fought against the breaking song."You dare fracture sovereignty itself?"
