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Chapter 139 — The Architects of Silence

Author: Rahmat Ry

2025-11-21 20:57:17

The silence that followed the shattering of the Great Stillness was not the dead quiet of the Tribunal’s making. This was a breath held in awe. The dust of collapsed alabaster spires settled in slow, graceful clouds, catching the light of the raw, untamed Verse now visible overhead. The perfect, sterile geometry of Starcourt was gone, replaced by a jagged, broken landscape that was, in its own way, more beautiful for its imperfection. It was real.

The three Tribunal members stood amidst the ruins, their grey robes now dusted with white powder, their flawless postures broken. They did not look defeated. They looked… puzzled. The absolute certainty that had defined them for eons was gone, replaced by a profound, computational dissonance. They had run the equation. The outcome was impossible.

Ren stood before them, the Symphony of the Sovereign’s Verse thrumming within him, but it was a weary symphony. The heartbeats of the Legion were calming, settling back into their individual rhythms

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