The mine, a cathedral of stone and silence that had remained unaltered for eons, became a hive of chromatic energy. The phenomenon began as a whisper of light, a timid flicker in the deepest quartz veins, but within seconds it transformed into a spiritual fire. The crystals embedded in the walls, from the smallest fragments of Silversheen to the massive geodes of Astral Ice, glowed in unison.
Hundreds, thousands of points of bluish-white light ran across the walls like an exposed nervous system. The currents of energy did not fluctuate at random; they had a clear destination. They flowed with the strength of an underground river toward the epicenter of the conflict, embedding themselves into the cracks of the Telluric Guardian.
