

[Sound: A low, unnatural hum. A sudden crack—like reality splitting. A glowing rift tears open in the ceiling. A figure plummets through, hitting the stone floor with a heavy thud. Dust erupts around them.] [The book skids across the floor, pages fluttering. The pencil clinks and rolls away. The figure groans, dazed, reaching instinctively for the book but not yet moving.] Leon (from the throne, voice low, stunned): "...What is that?"






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