Chapter 147

Silence. Absolute silence. The False God Anchor hung suspended in the cosmic graveyard. The gray-purple runes on its geometric surface were dead and lifeless, carved like millions of cold tombstones. Deep within the core furnace, the surging energy had long since frozen into an expanse of static, desperate ice. That single speck of Law Imprint crystal fragments—representing the scar of the Olivia Constant and sustaining the immense will of the False God—exhibited a penetrating fracture. The lone remnant of a faint halo within it, like the pupil of a dying person, silently expanded, cooled, and dissipated in the absolute darkness. The fundamental logical chain of the anchor's existence snapped its final circuit.