The first thing to break is not action.
It is reason.
People still move.
They still speak.
They still choose.
But the world stops answering why the way it used to.
A man lifts a cup—and it shatters in his hand for no reason he can name. A door opens, and nothing waits on the other side except the feeling that something should have been there. A healer binds a wound perfectly, only to watch it reopen without cause, without malice, without explanation.
No anchor hums.
No hour stalls.
No place resists.
Things simply… stop making sense in sequence.
Rowan’s voice comes through the network thin and unsettled. “Events are decoupling. Cause isn’t reliably producing effect anymore.”
Kael’s expression hardens. “Say it clearly.”
“Heaven didn’t freeze time,” Rowan says. “They didn’t pin l
