The fall of the Technocratic Hegemony sent shockwaves across the neighboring sectors.
Lord Valerius, once a figure of fear and respect, was now a disgraced fugitive, a boogeyman whose name was spoken with contempt.
The power vacuum he left behind was immense, and dozens of smaller factions began to squabble over the pieces of his broken sector.
But this chaos, this sudden lack of a strong, central, opposing force, was not a good thing. A world without a strong villain is not always a safer place. Sometimes, it just leaves the door open for a much worse one.
Deep in the heart of the god verse, imprisoned in a cage of reality, the Silent King felt the shift. It had felt the three sectors of the Bastion Alliance unite.
It had felt the Primary Reality Anchor in Ryan's soul ignite with Precursor knowledge. It had felt the first real repairs being made to the walls of its ancient prison.
