In Which We Kill Chaos

The world’s final warning was so small, so delicate, that not a single mortal recognized it for what it was. A ripple in the air. A tremor beneath the soil. A faint, silvery laugh drifting across the night sky like a forgotten melody. It was the kind of sound that should have made the stars flicker in fear. But the mortals—busy, distracted, endlessly confident—never looked up. They hadn’t looked up in centuries. And that, Discord thought, was precisely the problem.