The Hollow Star
The Sovereign Path twisted one final time—then ruptured into starlight.
Before them sprawled the Hollow Star.
A suspended realm of darkness and brilliance, it was neither dungeon nor world, but something older. Stars hung frozen in fractured orbit around a blackened core, and beneath their feet stretched a pale field of shifting bones, half-buried temples, and veiled statues of long-dead rulers whose names were erased even from the soul-stream.
Asher stepped onto the cracked marble pathway. It was colder than expected. Not a chill of air—but of absence.
"This place..." he whispered. "It doesn't feel dead. It feels like it's ...what is the word, Sinister I guess"
Valeris nodded grimly. "That's because it is. Every Sovereign leaves part of themselves here—fragments of will, regret, and power. If we aren't careful, we'll be swallowed by what they left behind."
