[VOLUME 13: THE PRIMEVAL ASCENSION][ERA: THE POST-DIVINE AGE][LOCATION: THE MORTAL REALM - THE ABANDONED CABIN]
The rain outside the ruined cabin had turned into a torrential downpour, but inside, the air was suffocatingly hot.
Elara was trapped in a crucible. The Origin magic—the terrifying fusion of ultimate Light and ultimate Dark—was no longer just residing in her Eternal Core; it was aggressively rewriting her mortal physiology. It felt like liquid glass being forced through her veins.
She arched off the bed of furs, a raw, broken gasp tearing from her throat.
"Elara!"
A heavy, calloused hand pressed against her shoulder, trying to gently pin her down. Aldren. His abyssal heat, usually a comforting blanket, felt overwhelming against her fever-slicked skin.
On her other side, a cooler, smoother hand gripped hers. Li. The golden soul-tether connecting their chests pulsed in a frantic, erratic rhythm, struggling to siphon away the catastrophic excess of energy.
