The foundation stones beneath the capital shuddered as celestial law climbed along the masonry, turning every street and tower into an instrument of divine dominion.
Pale script manifested directly out of the pavement, crawling over archways and road pavers before crystallizing into rigid imperial glyphs.
A palace patrol stumbled along the avenue as radiant bands locked around their wrists and shoulders, wrenching their arms into rigid parade positions.
[ Noble - owner ]
[ Guard - weapon ]
[ Servant - property ]
[ Unregistered civilian - excess ]
A royal clerk dropped his satchel as he attempted to cut across a noble carriage path, his knees slamming hard against the cobblestones.
"Get up, you clumsy fool!" a silk-robed nobleman barked, watching the fallen servant with blank, unblinking detachment.
"My limbs will not move, my lord!" the servant cried out, his fingernails scraping helplessly against the paved road.
