They stepped through the gap and the tunnel fell away like a curtain.
Light happened.
Not from them - from the stone itself. The chamber opened into a low cathedral of crystal, a geode big enough to hold a whole house, all of its ribs packed with Luminite. Every surface caught their lamp beam and multiplied it until the dark forgot its job. Colors moved - milk-blue at the core, sliding through pale greens and silver pinks - each facet throwing a thin halo onto the next. If someone shattered the beautiful, unstained sky, it would have looked like this.
Obi said nothing.
