Chapter 525 Deus Ex Machina Primordial Core
After leaving Narthrador, Fitran Fate carried within him a fragment of the "Void in Gear" and the record of wounds in a world that the system never understood. He stepped into an ancient territory older than history itself: a place that had never been written, only mentioned in the silent tremors of old machines.
The darkness around him felt thick, like layers of dust accumulated over centuries, submerging everything in a heavy silence. The air in that place presented a metallic aroma that clung to the tip of his tongue, creating an unforgettable bitter taste. Tiny shimmering particles floated around him, as if they were shards of light from long-dead stars, reminding him of beauty that had vanished.
This place was known in the experimental manuscripts of Deus as:
"Pre-Mechanical Layer." "Deus Ex Machina: Primordial Core."
It was neither underground, nor floating in the sky.
It existed in the gap between functions, an interstitium of logic—a space between the first command and the first action. In the palpable silence, a soft voice from unseen mechanisms spoke in a regular creak, as if inviting Fitran to listen to the secrets buried deep within. The voice seemed to be an invitation, calling him to dive deeper into the mysteries that awaited.
There were no doors to enter that place. But now, Fitran had no clear definition, and the system itself was very welcoming, opening the way for him. The whispering sound flowed like fingers of wind penetrating the recesses of his soul, whispering promises of new adventures that tempted him in the unexpected expanse.
The world surrounding the Primordial Core was a form that could not be comprehended by humans:
Gears spun in directions that could not be explained, creating a sound akin to a soft hum that filled the mysterious space around. The space itself seemed to reflect the past and the future, blurring the boundaries of time in a confusing manner. Every passing second was allowed to drift, challenging the certainty of time. In that enveloping atmosphere, there was a sound—not an echo, but an intention buried in silence, waiting to be revealed. As the light particles flickered in the darkness, perhaps it was the remaining hope, marking the traces of everything that had been lost.
In the midst of this strangeness: A glimpse appeared—a mechanical heart, older than Deus, quieter than the Void, beating with an asymmetrical rhythm. The pulse seemed to tell a silenced legend, seeping into Fitran's soul, bringing tranquility amidst the existential noise that constantly disturbed.
As Fitran stepped into the core, the world system seemed to pause for a moment. In this astonishing silence, all elements around him united in harmony, like an orchestra waiting for the first beat to begin its symphony.