The Sovereign King descended—
And the sky submitted.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Reality bent downward beneath its arrival, as though existence itself recognized something older than kingdoms, older than worlds.
Its wings unfolded—
And horizons tore.
Its crown burned with unresolved paradoxes.
Its gaze alone made laws hesitate.
And every Contradiction Sovereign bowed.
Even the fractured entity lowered its head.
Lyra stared.
"…Okay."
Pause.
"…That's a final boss."
Kaelith answered immediately.
"Confirmed."
Aria whispered,
"…It feels heavier than Origin…"
Seraphine shook slightly.
"…It carries all unhealed fractures…"
Elara's eyes narrowed.
"…This is the wound defending itself."
Adrian stepped forward.
The First Wound glowing across his chest.
The Second Rite alive around him.
The King's voice shook dimensions.
Prove reconciliation deserves to exist.
Adrian smiled faintly.
"…You could've just said hello."
The King attacked.
No warning.
No buildup.
