The High Dimension was no longer a realm of gold; it was a dying furnace of grey ash and splintering code. As Elara stood over the wreckage of the Underwriters’ throne, the very fabric of the multiverse began to unravel like a moth-eaten tapestry. The "Text" beneath her feet didn’t just scramble—it vanished, leaving the Silver Moon Pack standing on nothing but the sheer force of their Alpha’s will. Massive chunks of the "Foundation," the ancient laws of physics and narrative that had held their reality together for a thousand cycles, were being sucked into a gargantuan, swirling vortex of non-existence.
The Board was gone, the budget was zero, and the "Vance Legacy" was being deleted by its own weight.
"Elara!" Silas’s voice was a gasp of pure agony.
She turned, her heart stopping at th
