Realms of ChaosThe Room of Infinium, usually a place of vibrant energy and bustling activity, felt hollow. It was as if the very stones themselves were holding their breath, heavy with a fear that clung to the air like a damp shroud. Master Thorne, a figure usually radiating an aura of calm authority, paced restlessly. The weight of centuries pressed down on him; a physical burden manifested in the furrows etched deep into his brow. He waited, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, for the arrival of God Fortitudus. But the divine presence was absent, and the silence stretched, amplifying the dread that threatened to consume him.
Never, in all the long and storied history of Harmonya, had such a crisis unfolded. First Merrylin, a beacon of hope and a symbol of unity, vanished into the
