My palm hovered just inches above the spinning cube. Then, with a quiet pull of will, a suction force erupted from my hand aimed only at the deathmist swirling inside the cube.
The corrupted world core reacted instantly. It trembled hard, as if trying to resist me. But the pull from my palm grew stronger and stronger, tightening like a whirlpool.
A sharp crack split across the cube's surface.
I blinked, a little surprised. I hadn't expected the structure itself to break so easily. But the process didn't stop. Deathmist leaked from the crack like smoke, and every bit of it rushed straight into my palm.
Inside me, it traveled into the Dawn Core and streamed directly toward the dead Star of Origin.
Outside, the cube cracked again this time louder. Then it shattered completely.
