The stars had gone quiet.
In the heavens above, entire constellations dimmed as if mourning something unseen. On the fractured edge of the world, Wang Chung stood alone, his coat billowing against a wind that howled from beyond realms.
The war was over.
Ashen Lian was gone. The Riftborn scattered. Nyhara's threads broken.
And yet, he felt it—something worse looming.
> "You feel it too," said a voice behind him.
It was Seris, wrapped in stardust, her wounds still healing from their last battle.
> "The Sovereigns," she said. "They're returning."
> "They never left," Wang replied, clenching his fist. "They just watched."
From the Void, beyond even Nyhara's reach, ancient forces stirred—Sovereigns who had once ruled over gods, exiled when the cosmos was young.
Now, with the Loom broken, they were coming back.
Not to fight.
But to judge.