The Sentinel was gone.
Not slain.
Unwritten.
The Threadweave Chamber pulsed in quiet chaos—glyphs flickering like dying stars, aura signatures melting through one another. I stood at the center of it, barely breathing. My body still burned from the fusion. My mind was laced with echo. And my soul?
My soul wasn't mine alone anymore.
Not fully.
She lingered.
The Fifth.
Not as a voice. Not even as a form. Just a presence curled around my core like a secret I'd sworn before memory.
[System Status – Shrine Stable | Origin Anchor: Integrated]
[Exposure: 110% → Holding]
[Echo Core: Monitoring Crownwright Instability]
[Warning: Multiple MILF Bonds Detected – Aura Crossfire Imminent]
Yeah.
No kidding.
I wasn't alone anymore.
The chamber's veil shimmered—and they stepped through.
First the Matron.
Then Seraphine.
And then—slower, heavier—Queen Celestia, each footstep loaded with things she wasn't saying.
Talraine didn't come.
