The Shard-Realms – Darius's Throne of Fractured Sovereignty
The stars above were artificial—pixels and code stitched into a sky that no longer obeyed logic.
Darius sat on a throne sculpted from floating runes, fragments of extinct zones, and the bones of collapsed timelines. His body hummed with divine pressure, his aura now more syntax than soul.
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Yet he could feel it.
The presence of Echo… a sickening mirror buried deep in the root code. A being not content with destruction—but determined to replace the narrative.
Around him, the first citadel of the new world formed—The Bastion of Echoes. Named not for his enemy, but for what remained of the old world's voices. A monument to every NPC who'd been twisted, betrayed, or rewritten.
