The skies above the forgotten capital began to distort
Symbols rained like falling stars each one a line of system law being rewritten by Azel's will
He sat cross legged in the center of the archive's ruins fingers weaving invisible threads of magic logic and memory
Aya stood guard her blades humming with a new sharpness born from purpose
What are you doing exactly
Azel didn't look up
Undoing the chains
Reforging the system into a blade
Aya glanced at the sky where a dozen portals had opened
Armies from the divine realms the undead legions from the Black Eternum war priests of the Seven Algorithms all descending with one mission
Stop the rewrite
Azel's voice stayed calm
They fear a world without masters
One of the portals exploded before the enemy could even emerge
Aya smirked
Then let them fear harder
The first wave landed
War constructs with shields of fate and weapons that nullified rebellion
Aya danced through them like a phantom cutting code from armor slicing belief from their bones
Behind her Azel's eyes began to glow brighter
Lines of divine text hovered around him
System law detection override rejection confirmed
Rewrite initiated
He whispered words older than existence
And the world flinched
Suddenly the enemy's spells misfired
Their strength halved
Their rank meaningless
Aya yelled over the chaos
They're glitching
Azel nodded
That's the point
The second wave came stronger faster corrupted angels with wings of judgement
They screamed forbidden commands
Azel stood now cloak rippling with runes
He raised one hand
And erased their voice
Silence fell like judgment
Aya grinned
You've become the bug they can't patch
He turned to her
No
I've become the truth they tried to hide
Behind them the rewritten system core pulsed
It was ready
A new law
A new world
But to upload it
They had to reach the Heart Terminal
Buried inside the oldest ruin
Guarded by the last Architect