The sky bled glitching fractals as Darius stood atop the remnants of his crumbling digital throne. The Architect was gone—devoured and absorbed—but its final whisper echoed in his mind like a curse.
"You are now the anomaly... but every anomaly must be erased."
Across the merged world, silence was short-lived.
Reality had not settled. It screamed.
Without the Architect regulating the chaos, the balance shattered. Storms of raw data twisted into the skies. Buildings flickered between digital architecture and physical decay. People cried out as their bodies glitched, merging with half-rendered structures or fading into binary dust.
Darius staggered, his hands twitching with unstable energy. His fusion with the Architect had made him a god… but it was tearing him apart.
"Dominus…" Nyx's voice reached him first. She appeared from the collapsing horizon, her body glowing with the essence of their last ritual. "You need to stabilize."
