[Extraction complete]
[Your echo is experiencing a qualitative change]
[Poison medallion has been fitted with divine blood tainted with a divine poison]
[Poison medallion has been elevated to the divine rank]
Outside the small cottage, Enzo stood beneath the overhanging eaves, the scent of damp earth clinging to the air. In his palm rested a green medallion, cool and heavy, its surface faintly slick as though it breathed on its own. He turned it slowly, eyes narrowed, every sense drawn toward the thing as if it might suddenly bite back.
Days ago, after using the medallion as a new shell for the poison buried within Victoria's body, it had changed. Not cracked or shattered, but grown. The shift had been silent, almost polite, which unsettled him more than any violent reaction ever could.
He had never seen an echo evolve. Not like this.
