The Third Faction gathered in the basement of the central system.
There was no natural light.
There were no echoes.
Just gray, flat walls and a long table with symbols that changed every second.
At the end of the table, someone finally spoke:
"If this spread continues to grow,
We will not be able to passively withstand its effects."
"The forms that reject the center do not just spread—
they permeate."
For a hundred years, the Faction had believed that meaning could be controlled.
That system could set boundaries for discourse,
direct questions,
and erase directions before they became narratives.
But Adrasteia never offered war.
She simply existed.
And that was enough to disrupt the forms that had never been challenged.
So that day, the Third Faction made its final move.
A plan not to attack,
but to replace.
The goal was simple—if it could not stop the wild forms,
then create a new world that knew no form at all.
—All regions would be re-synchronized.
