The Shard of the Audience was a colossal, amphitheater-like reality that defied the standard laws of distance. No matter where Kael stood, he felt as though he were at the exact center of a stage, illuminated by a thousand shifting spotlights of "Public Interest." The sky was not made of air or stars, but of a low, rhythmic thunder—the collective heartbeat of millions of souls leaning in to see what happened next.
The floor was a mosaic of "Expectations." Every tile was a scene from Kael’s life, but they were altered. In one tile, he was rescuing Mira from the Deep Static with a cinematic flourish he never actually possessed. In another, his "Grafted Hook" was a glowing sword of destiny.
"They're taking the 'Edges' off us," Han growled, his iron hammer appearing dull and heavy against th
