The Auditor looked at her.
Nothing else happened.
No explosion.
No wave of power.
No declaration that shook existence.
The enormous shadow simply focused its attention on Sarya.
And reality panicked.
The observation realm trembled violently.
The infinite doors lining existence began closing one after another.
Millions.
Billions.
Entire pathways vanished as emergency systems activated throughout the structure.
The watchers moved for the first time without dignity or ceremony.
They were retreating.
Not fleeing.
Not running.
Yet every action carried unmistakable urgency.
Something had changed.
Something fundamental.
The Auditor had arrived.
And everyone understood the consequences except Sarya.
The throne cracked again.
A sharp fracture spread across its surface like lightning racing through glass.
The crystal dimmed further.
The ancient presence remained silent.
Not because it had nothing to say.
Because it was listening.
Waiting.
Assessing.
