The universe became a silent, screaming pressure. There was no sound in the vacuum, but inside Roewi, the roar was deafening. The Reality Engine’s beam of pure order was a tidal wave of solidified light, and he was the shore upon which it broke. He had opened every conduit, every psychic pathway, and let it flood in.
The Crown’s harmony was a beautiful, terrible thing. It was the comfort of absolute certainty, the peace of no choices, the silence of a single, perfect note held for eternity. It promised an end to the struggle, the fear, the messy, aching pain of being an individual. For a fleeting moment, it was seductive.
But then the Orbs within him rose to meet it.
It was not the chaotic war of before. It was a fundamental, irreconcilable conflict of nature.
The Crown’s order declare
