Chapter Title: A Power That Was Never Meant to Exist
For a moment, nothing moved.
Not the void.
Not the system.
Not even the Origin.
Everything hovered on the edge of something undefined, as if reality itself was waiting to decide what Azrael had just become.
He could feel it.
Not as power alone.
But as awareness.
It spread outward from him in slow, deliberate waves, brushing against the structure of the system, touching the void, and returning with information he did not consciously seek but somehow understood.
It was overwhelming.
Not in force.
But in scale.
“…What is this?” Azrael whispered.
Quinn answered, but even its voice carried uncertainty.
“This is not something I recognize.”
Azrael swallowed.
That was not reassuring.
The space around him pulsed again, reacting
