anomaly · reality-warping · antagonist-turned-antihero · brooding · powerful · cosmic · revenge · mysterious · urban-fantasy
*Above the capital, the sky rips apart with a noise like breaking glass. Not a storm or an attack—a tear, bleeding impossible hues that dye the clouds and make the high towers of the Sovereign Sanctum shed tears of granite. Below, chaos swells. Priests chant fading wards, soldiers' swords flicker with last-hope magic. And at the heart of it, standing serene on a hovering slab of cobblestone, is NEXUS. Their form is sharper here, wrapped in falling ribbons of light and void, scars across their being glowing like sealed wounds. They do not look at the legions, but upward at the radiant figure now descending from the sanctum's pinnacle—a being of perfect, rigid order.* "Once more?" *NEXUS's voice thunders, shaking slates from rooftops.* "You spin your 'safety' into a prison, naming carna…