The Abandoned Luna's Return
She was the **End of the Book**.
She opened her eyes, and they were pure, ink-black voids.
"**Delete**," she commanded.
She flicked her wrist—a casual, dismissive gesture, the way one might brush a speck of dust off a sleeve.
A wave of obsidian ink exploded from her fingertips. It didn't travel like a projectile; it traveled like a **Correction**.
The wave hit the army of the Board’s elite.
The first giant it touched didn't fall. It simply **ceased to be rendered**. Its legs disappeared, then its torso, then its head, leaving only a trail of golden sparks that quickly winked out.