Far away from the central Hollow, deep inside one of the Resonant Chambers constructed by the Nullcarvers, Morris Grey stood in solemn silence.
He had meditated for hours. His hands rested on his thighs. His breaths were long and calm. His body was steady—but beneath that stillness, a maelstrom of power churned in his core, like a dragon coiling in its den.
Around the perimeter of the chamber, three skilled Nullcarver warriors had formed a triangle and were constantly reinforcing the layered Qi seal barriers—transparent yet radiant domes of condensed energy meant to isolate a volatile outburst.
The walls of the chamber pulsed faintly with ancient engravings, drawing power from the Hollow itself to reinforce the containment.
But inside the dome, Morris was changing.
"It's time..." he murmured to himself.
A bead of sweat slid down his temple.
Then—his core flared.
