When Vael'Tharion moved, the world answered.
A line split across the ocean, stretching from horizon to horizon. Water fell into it as though poured into an unseen abyss.
Cities far below the eclipse lost all light at once. Not darkness—absence.
People stood frozen as their shadows detached briefly from their bodies before snapping back violently.
Silver Eyes felt the balance destabilizing.
"This isn't an attack," she whispered in horror. "It's recalibration."
Vael'Tharion was not destroying the world.
It was adjusting it to survive its arrival.
The hunter's body trembled as the sealing glyph cracked along its edges.
"Kaito… it's rewriting physical law…"
Kaito gritted his teeth, holding the compressed core steady.
Inside him, the six Lords' powers strained against each other like tectonic plates.
"If it finishes syncing," Silver Eyes shouted, "you won't devour it—"
"You'll merge."
The sky split wider.
And the first continent began to sink.