The transition from the triumphant heights of the Leaderboard to the Shard of the Grief-Void felt like a sudden, sickening drop in air pressure. The "Creative" light that Kael had unleashed—the golden-neon pulse that empowered every inhabitant—was being swallowed by a thick, oily smog of "Negative-Intent."
This was not the clean, mathematical erasure of the Revisionists. This was Vandalism.
The Architecture in this sector was being "Griefed." Wooden pillars were covered in jagged, neon-red graffiti that spelled out "NOTHING MATTERS." The techno-organic filaments were being short-circuited by "Logic-Bombs"—small, pulsating spheres of chaos that inverted the variables of whatever they touched.
"Warning," Jax buzzed, his light flickering like a dying bulb. "Entropy spike detected. The 306t
