The revelation spread quickly.
Within hours, leaders from dozens of realms gathered in Auroria.
The news was staggering.
The Alpha Hunter was not the architect of the ancient catastrophe.
He was another victim.
A fallen guardian manipulated by forces hidden beyond history.
Yet outside the world, the Alpha still waited.
Silent.
Watching.
As if sensing that long-buried truths were finally resurfacing.
Inside the Crystal Council Chamber, tension filled the air.
Vaelor paced before a holographic map of existence.
"If Elyra was right, then someone engineered the collapse of the Primordial Expanse."
Rowan folded his arms.
"But why?"
No one had an answer.
Not until Nyra spoke.
"There is one place that might."
Everyone turned toward her.
The Exile survivor looked uneasy.
"The A
