Far beyond kingdoms—
Hidden beneath a dead continent—
They watched.
An ancient order.
Older than magic.
Older than gods.
The Null Sanctum.
They do not worship.
They do not rule.
They erase.
A circular chamber lit by dim, colorless flames revealed figures cloaked in absence itself. Their faces were hidden, their identities meaningless.
At the center—
A throne of broken symbols.
And upon it—
The High Null.
"You have seen it," one voice whispered.
"Yes," another replied. "The Unwritten has awakened."
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Final.
"Then the protocol stands," the High Null said.
"Containment is no longer possible."
A pause.
Then—
"Erasure is required."
Symbols across the chamber ignited—ancient, forbidden marks that predated existence as it is known.
"The target?"
The High Null's voice lowered.
Not with fear.
With inevitability.
"Gideon Goddard."