The Shard of the Great Eraser did not sit within the Primal Current; it sat above it, like a heavy boot pressing down on a neck.
As The Echo of Wood approached, the crew saw a world that was terrifyingly smooth. There were no mountains, no valleys, and no oceans. It was a perfect, featureless sphere of blindingly white porcelain. Orbiting this sphere were the "Final Edit" fleets—massive, needle-shaped ships that didn't fire projectiles, but projected fields of "Conceptual Nullity."
"The air here is filtered for meaning," Vahn said, his sphere-form dimming as the Shard’s atmosphere tried to categorize him as 'Irrelevant Noise.' "I’m detecting a massive drain on the Primal Current. They are siphoning the potential of a thousand nearby Shards to power a single, massive weapon: The Universal
