Standing in the cold, silent ruins, Elias held the pulsing obsidian sphere. He looked at his pale, trembling hands, then back into the violet depths where the green leaves danced.
The explosion wasn't a sound, but a silent ripple of violet and gold. The "Dark Light" rushed out like a tidal wave, consuming the soot, the lead canisters, and the gray buildings. As the wave hit Elias, he felt the last of his name dissolve. Dark Light
When the dust settled, the sky above the Gray was no longer gray. It was a piercing, infinite blue. The sun, forgotten for centuries, poured down a warmth that felt like a physical weight. Standing in the cold, silent ruins, Elias held
He didn't hesitate. He smashed the sphere against the stone floor. Standing in the cold