The Spire of Aureum generated him. As Ren Hanshin ascended the final staircase of liquid sun, the reality of the Necropolis and the transition sea felt like a distant, impoverished dream. The air was no longer a medium for breath; it was a pressurized aerosol of vaporized bullion. Every intake of breath was a transaction, a heavy weight that settled into the lungs like molten lead.
Ren's porcelain skin was no longer smooth. It was etched with the scars of his devalued ego, a network of grey fissures that fought the amber radiance of the Weaver's silk. His left arm, the leaden limb of his humanity, was a cold anchor that pulled at his shoulder, a constant reminder of the price he had paid to remain a porter.
[Synchronization: 65.0% (STABILIZED)]
[Condition: Midas-Infection (Stage 2)]
[Location: The Ascent to Aureum-Primus]
