CHAPTER 236 — THE ANCHOR THAT WAS BROKEN
The moment the mask shattered—Reality staggered. Not metaphorically. Not symbolically. Actually. The sound did not echo. It failed to. A sharp, crystalline fracture spread outward from the Executor's face, the smooth, flawless surface splintering into jagged lines of light that flickered erratically. And with it—the sky broke.
The lattice collapsed. Not entirely. Not permanently. But violently enough that its structure lost cohesion. Lines of light that had once intersected with absolute precision now warped, misaligned, or simply vanished. The dense grid that had compressed the battlefield fractured into uneven segments, gaps forming where control had once been total.
The beams stopped. Not gradually. Instantly. Hundreds of them froze mid-existence, their presence flickering as if awaiting confirmation that they were still allowed to be there. And for the first time since Heaven had descended—it hesitated.
