The sky cracked.
Not with lightning.
but with authority.
Across countless worlds, kings screamed, gods went silent, and systems froze.
A throne descended.
It was vast, crimson, and carved from broken realities. Chains of glowing law wrapped around it, trembling like they were afraid.
Seated upon it was the Crimson Sovereign.
Every universe felt the same pressure.
Kneel.
Obey.
Accept.
[ABSOLUTE LAW ACTIVE: SUBMISSION]
Heroes fell to their knees.
Ancient gods shattered mid prayer.
But one place did not bow.
A void platform of half light and half shadow.
And upon it stood Erevan.
His armor burned with golden flame and black lightning, cosmic storms twisting calmly around him. His eyes glowed not with rage but certainty.
[LAW FAILURE DETECTED]
The Crimson Sovereign turned.
For the first time since existence began…
it noticed resistance