The star in Adrian's hand burned.
Small.
Fragile.
Impossible.
And it terrified the void.
That alone—
Changed everything.
The Unmade stepped back.
One step.
But for something older than reality—
Retreat was revelation.
Lyra stared upward.
"…Did we just make primordial nothing flinch?"
Kaelith answered automatically.
"…Confirmed."
Pause.
"…I require time to process."
Seraphine whispered,
"…He created inside negation…"
Aria smiled in disbelief.
"…Of course he did."
Elara simply watched Adrian.
And for once—
Didn't look surprised.
Only certain.
Because somehow—
She always knew he would do this.
The Unmade's voice shook the Court.
Abomination.
Adrian twirled the newborn star in his palm.
"…Rude."
Then stepped forward.
Into living oblivion.
The Fourth Rite pulsed.
Genesis Through Ruin.
Where his feet touched erased space—
Existence bloomed.
Light.
Form.
Meaning.
Flowers of impossible geometry opened in the void.
The Unmade screamed.
Not pain.
