The Golden Capital of Solaris was no longer a city. It was a floating graveyard of shattered marble and terrified screams.
Gravity in the lower district remained completely inverted. Entire taverns, barracks, and grand libraries tore loose from their ancient foundations and fell upward into the freezing black sky. The screams of thousands of citizens echoed as they plummeted into the dark void above, suffocating in a localized vacuum of Khaos's own creation.
Khaos walked calmly on the exposed bedrock of the main avenue. His boots crunched softly against the dead, grey ash that used to be the most prosperous street in the mortal realm. He did not look up at the floating debris. He did not listen to the begging of the dying people above him. He kept his solid black eyes fixed entirely on the royal palace at the summit of the hill.
