The sky didn't just change; it ceased to be. The soft, neutral grey of our sanctuary was peeled back like a layer of old wallpaper, revealing the terrifying mechanism of the **Grand Design**. Above us, the Void was replaced by a series of concentric, rotating rings made of pure, crystalline logic. Each ring was the size of a galaxy, etched with glowing symbols that hurt to look at—the source code of the Multiverse.
This was the **Supreme Court of the Holding**.
In the center of the square, the Adjuster and Jax were suddenly small, their bureaucratic posturing replaced by a trembling, knee-bent reverence. The table of white light they had used for the audit was swallowed by a massive, obsidian dais that rose from the ground, lifting the three of us—Silas, Sarah, and me—into the freezing a
