[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: ELARA'S APOTHECARY - PRIVATE QUARTERS]
The glass didn't shatter. It simply ceased to exist.
The space-tearing curse hurled by the dying High Priest hit the second-floor window with absolute, terrifying silence. The edges of reality frayed like burning parchment, turning the morning sunlight into a howling vortex of absolute, freezing nothingness.
Elara stood frozen, her fingers still clutching the edge of the velvet curtain. The void was inches from her face, its gravitational pull dragging the heavy wool cloak from her shoulders. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't scream. Death wasn't approaching; it had already arrived.
But deep within her chest, where her newly awakened Eternal Core sat, a blinding, dual-toned pulse ignited.
It wasn't a conscious spell. It was the three-way soul-tether violently, viciously rejecting the concept of her demise.
