With gritted teeth, you wrench the Starlight Crown downward against its will. The celestial chains of light tighten around your arms like molten brands as the crown's last intact gem shatters with a sound that splits the night. A shockwave of raw cosmic energy erupts from the broken circlet, sending the gathered crowd tumbling backward. The High Priestess's robes catch the silver sparks, burning away to reveal skin mapped with ancient constellations.

The crown's metal warps grotesquely in your hands, its seven points curling inward like scorched spider legs. As you finally force it against your forehead, the stars themselves seem to scream. The cliff beneath you fissures as boiling starlight geysers up through the cracks. The Moonweaver's pale hands fly to cover her bleeding eyes while the Sunforged Knight's armor blackens and flakes away.

Your vision fractures into a thousand shards - you see yourself simultaneously crowned in glory and disintegrating atom by atom. The Voidwalker steps through the chaos untouched, its form now clearly smiling as it watches you straddle the boundary between divinity and annihilation. The crown's broken edges bite into your flesh, drinking your blood as payment for stolen power. The sea below has transformed into a mirror of the cosmos, its waves now swirling nebulae dotted with dying stars.

A single thread of your hair turns pure white where it touches the cursed metal, the change spreading rapidly across your scalp. The priestess crawls toward you through the debris, her constellation tattoos peeling away from her body to orbit your struggling form. 'It's not too late to release it,' she gasps, but her words are swallowed by the crown's deafening wail. The very air tastes of burning galaxies.