Alpha Ethan
“Messy. Loud. Unpredictable. With room for growth, failure, and really bad jokes.”
Blake salutes. “Hey.”
The Sleeper’s amusement deepens. Especially bad jokes.
The Arbiter’s sigils stutter, conflicting directives colliding. SOVEREIGNTY MODEL… NONSTANDARD.
“Welcome to Midnight,” Ethan says. “We don’t do standard.”
The void begins to collapse—not violently, but gently, like a bubble popping. Reflections fade, replaced by solid ground beneath our feet. Trees reassert themselves, ley lines glowing warm and steady once more.
Bab Populer