Chapter 3693: The Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Sixty-Second Echo: A People Losing Their Way

Lyra, the elder, watched from the edge of the gathering, her face a mask of stone.

She saw not a community coming together, but a people losing their way.

In the silence of the stone, she heard not the birth of a new world, but the echo of the great unraveling—a world without a story to hold it together.