My voice was hoarse, but it carried through the chamber. Lyrate glanced toward me, and the old God turned fully in my direction.
"You have done enough," I said, meeting his gaze. "It is time you permanently leave this existence."
His expression darkened. Before he could respond, I raised my hand. My Generator Core throbbed inside my chest.
For a brief moment, everything around me seemed to become clear.
There was something connecting the old God to the power within him, an invisible thread buried so deeply that I would never have noticed it before the evolution of my Generator Core began.
Yet now I could feel it.
Perhaps it was because he had created the Generator Rune. Perhaps some remnant of that connection had remained within him after the rune was fragmented.
Whatever the reason, I had found it. My fingers slowly curled. The connection tightened. The old God's expression changed.
"What are you—"
I clenched my hand.
His body suddenly jerked.
