The color sea, once a vibrant maelstrom of sensory overload, began to quiver under the strain of the Genesis Core's activation.
The fiery gold ink chains, arcane symbols etched from divine essence, tightened around what Kivas could only perceive as Fymnhendyr's core—a nebulous nexus of crystalline geometries that defied shape and substance.
The entity's form, once a colossal tapestry of facets and waves, contracted inward, folding upon itself like a star collapsing into a singularity.
The realm responded in kind, the sea of colors churning violently, flavors turning bitter on Kivas's tongue, melodies distorting into dissonant shrieks.
Kivas watched, her tether to Fathomi thrumming with urgent energy, as the transformation unfolded gradually, almost agonizingly.
The core shimmered, its prismatic form—those void pools ringed with radiant halos—flickering like dying embers.
