The Nova Sanctum drifted like a shadow across the sky.
Beneath its hull, the world burned. Villages cracked under its cannons, settlements folded into craters. Flames rolled across the forests, rivers boiled dry. Every strike left another scar on the land. To the monster nations below, it was not a ship—it was the end.
Inside, the air was still.
Lucian hadn't left his quarters since the fall of the Lion King. His door stayed locked, his silence heavy. No one disturbed him. Not even Lucy.
Which left Karl and Lucy in the simulation hall.
The chamber was vast, circular, its walls lined with black plates etched in shifting glyphs. Light hummed faintly in the air, projections folding and resetting reality in controlled loops. The floor itself could bend into landscapes, though tonight, it remained simple—a wide expanse of stone.
Karl rolled his shoulders, his claws catching the faint light. He grinned, sharp as always. "You sure you want this, sis? You've seen what these hands do."
