In the hollow, dimly lit chamber beneath Callex, Betty watched the unstable core pulse with growing urgency.
The glowing veins running through it were now throbbing faster, syncing with the aetheric waves in the underground system. Something was shifting—something final.
She tilted her head.
"So, have we picked the final catalyst yet?"
Her tone was airy, as if asking about a dinner menu, but her eyes gleamed with something darker.
X'lat turned to face her. His expression, though unreadable beneath the distortions of his form, carried the weight of finality.
"Out of all the potential vessels we implanted, only one responded. One whose body has already been aligned with divine energy. Queen Gorgon."
Betty's grin widened.
"Ah, the chained goddess of the dungeon. Fitting."
