The fifth month arrived with a subterranean roar that made the tectonic plates of ground shudder. In the absolute, lightless depths of the Earth, where the roots of the Okutama mountains met the churning, primordial heat of the mantle, Ren Hanshin stood before a lake of living magma. This was the Core of the Loom, a place where the Weaver had concentrated the planet's geological friction to serve as a divine forge.
The air was a toxic viscous breeze, vaporized, and the Weaver's own crimson mana. It was thick, heavy, and hot enough to melt common starlight.
[Synchronization: 65.0%]
[Level: 118 -> 122]
[Condition: Weapon-Soul Resonance]
[Status: The Void-Reaper]
