Lucien raised the Covenant of Ending.
It was small in his hand. A thin obsidian disc, black enough to make the void feel pale by comparison. It was etched with fractures that never held still.
The lines crawled and re-formed as if reality kept trying to stitch the disc shut and failing, again and again, leaving only a memory of repair that could never finish.
Then Lucien fed it.
His inner realm answered his will, and divine energy surged into the disc in a hard, hungry stream.
The pull was immediate.
Kaia's breath caught. The divine energy that had felt endless a moment ago thinned like a tide being yanked back from shore.
Even the still Eternal Alloykin's pattern trembled. Something in him understood that an authority older than struggle had entered the room.
The disc drank without grace.
