The stars above Lumeris shifted.
It was subtle at first—constellations rotating faster than orbital math permitted, and dark anomalies in the sky that flickered in and out of view, like dead pixels on a galactic screen.
But Kairos felt it.
Not with his eyes or even the Nexus core's sensors—but with the Trade Sigil etched into his soul.
A pressure was descending.
A truth older than Nexus Law.
And its name was whispered by the markets themselves:
Anchorfall.
The Myth of the Anchors
In the oldest records of Sovereign lore, it was said that before the Nexus unified trade across galaxies, before laws and ledgers brought order to the cosmos, there were only Anchors.
Seven beings—each tied to one of the primal trade laws.
They weren't elected. They weren't born.They were chosen by cosmic necessity.
