Nobody spoke.
Not because they didn't have questions.
Because there were too many.
Millions of realities.
Millions of worlds.
All becoming aware of theirs.
The concept itself refused to fit inside a normal human brain.
Lucien tried anyway.
He failed immediately.
"So."
He pointed toward the Seventh Archive.
"You're telling me that every alternate reality in existence just got our address."
The Keeper considered that.
Then nodded.
"That is a surprisingly accurate summary."
Lucien looked vindicated.
Nobody else did.
The throne beneath Draven Ridge pulsed.
Uneasy.
The abyss didn't like this.
That got Midnight's attention immediately.
The throne had faced Azhrael.
The Hollow Silence.
The collapse of reality.
If it was uncomfortable now—
then something genuinely unpreced
