The source of the voice was unmistakable—the dark crystal hovering above the table.
Emery did not react immediately. Instead, he drew in a slow, measured breath, steadying his thoughts before extending his divine sense toward the presence before him. This was not the first time he had encountered the voice of Khaos, yet something about it now felt undeniably different. It was closer, more pronounced, carrying a weight that pressed more directly against his consciousness. At the same time, there was an unmistakable fracture within it, as though what reached him was incomplete, broken in a way that even his heightened perception could not fully bridge.
