I stood at the epicenter of the psychic storm, my feet barely touching the shadow-floor. The White Seed in my chest was screaming, a high-pitched frequency that felt like a drill spinning against my ribs. It wanted to go home. It wanted to merge with the giants in the sky. But Silas—my beautiful, broken King—was holding the line with a power I didn't know he possessed.
"Silas, stop!" I screamed, the sound swallowed by the roar of the Mirror. "The pressure is too high! You’re going to shatter!"
Silas didn't answer with words. He answered with a surge of violet light that turned the dark sky into a crystalline dome. He wasn't just reflecting the Architects; he was **absorbing** the logic of their world and feeding it back to them in a distorted loop.
Beside me, Jax—the blue-furred glitch
