Chapter 21: How to Be Read Like a Book by a Flesh Monster with a Psychology Degree
The Silvarite core began to hum.
No—sing. A sharp, subtle tone, like the stone itself was vibrating to the rhythm of a scream trapped for ages.
The Ferralume reacted next, glowing with thin lines like veins of liquid metal being drawn in real time. An electromagnetic field formed around it, pulling dust, shards, and loose runic fragments as if the air had turned electric.
And the Alveary Crystal?
It wept.
The sound that came from it was... human. A sob. Voices collected over centuries, stored in silence, released in mental waves that knocked me back a step.
Down below, the Fractured Guardians stopped for a moment. Some screeched. One of them shattered mid-leap, as if it had heard something it couldn't bear.
And then... everything converged.
The Ferralume conducted.
The core erupted in heat.
And the Alveary broke.