Not even a millisecond had passed since the last particles of Leon drifted apart and disappeared.
From the Primordial Void Heart, a dark sticky energy released itself with immediate purpose—bursting outward, trailing threads of mana that reached and shaped and constructed with the focused desperation of something that understood precisely what it had just caused and was deeply motivated to correct it.
Nerves. Muscle fibers. Arteries.
The shapes formed quickly, dark energy sculpting biological architecture from raw mana with urgency that made the intent clear. For a brief moment, the partially formed structures carried a quality that recalled something—the proportions slightly wrong, the dark energy giving them a resemblance to the corrupted creatures Leon had encountered throughout the trial floors.
Then the whole construction dissolved with a quiet sound, like smoke dispersing in a draft, returning to nothing before reaching any meaningful completion.
