The silence that followed the Great Awakening was short-lived. It was the heavy, pregnant pause of a storm-front before the sky splits open. Kaelen sat on the edge of the Spire's balcony, his back against the cool obsidian. He felt hollow—physically, his muscles ached with the weakness of a Level 10 character—but his mind was a roaring hive of a million connected heartbeats.
[STATUS: ETERNAL KING]
[LEVEL: 10 (CONSENSUS SCALE ACTIVE)]
[HP: 150/150]
[MP: 200/200]
[PASSIVE: HEART OF THE PEOPLE — Strength scales with Citizen Unity.]
"They're coming," Lucius said, his voice a low growl. He was looking through a pair of high-magnification mana-binocs. "The white sky wasn't just a patch. It was a shroud. Look."
