The Golden Age had reformatted the earth, but the heavens still held the scars of the old war.
Twenty years ago, Valeria had shattered the cosmic prison to free the pantheon. The resulting explosion had scattered fragments of the ancient, metaphysical cage into the deep vacuum of space. For two decades, those fragments had drifted harmlessly in the dark.
But gravity is a patient force.
A massive, jagged chunk of the original prison finally lost its orbital momentum. It caught the planet's gravitational pull and plummeted toward the atmosphere. It was not a standard meteor made of iron and rock. It was a dense cluster of raw, unaligned cosmic radiation—a relic of the terrifying, chaotic magic that existed before the physical world had rules.
Inside the primary study of Oakhaven, the living organic-digital map violently malfunctioned.
