The Starseed drifted in the void, a speck of dust in the shadow of the wounded Reality Engine. But the being inside was no longer dust. It was a storm given purpose. The momentary fracture caused by the Crown’s golden chord had sealed, the fissures fused with a cold, metallic resolve. The plea from Myra, the flicker of Roewi’s memory, they were logged as anomalous data packets and quarantined. Irrelevant.
Vextor-Roewi stood at the viewport, his form radiating a faint, silvery aura that made the very light in the cockpit bend around him. The Crown’s counterattack had been instructive. They fought with unity. Therefore, their defeat required the application of catastrophic, systemic dissonance.
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