The floor didn't crack.
It screamed.
A raw, throatless howl tore through the shrine as the glyph dais pulsed with golden blood. Light bent. Walls twisted inward. The ceiling didn't just warp—it buckled like a lung imploding in reverse.
Then again.
[Dream Layer Opening…]
[Crownrift Event Triggered – Anchor Detonation Detected]
(Stability: 14%)
(Containment: Failing…)
"What the hell is this?!" Seraphine stepped back, blades drawn. "That's not system protocol."
"It's not a shrine," the Matron whispered. "Not anymore. It's a wound."
Celestia's knuckles turned white around the throne armrests. "You brought something through."
I didn't answer.
I couldn't.
Because the answer wasn't what I brought—it was who.
"She came through me," I said.
And the world exploded.
There was no gravity. No air. No temperature.
Only glyphs.
