The Christos gathers at the base—a coiled sun.

The old faith built a crystal conduit to channel the fire upward, aiming for a controlled implosion in the crown: a silent supernova of grace cascading back down the spine.

The new faith, fearing containment failure, re-routed the entire circuit outward. It chose the explosion: a prophetic shockwave scattering the light into a future timeline, saving the system by shattering the source.

Implode and become the vessel. Explode and become the map.

The voltage remains. The wiring is the war.