Standing in the cold, silent ruins, Elias held the pulsing obsidian sphere. He looked at his pale, trembling hands, then back into the violet depths where the green leaves danced.
When the dust settled, the sky above the Gray was no longer gray. It was a piercing, infinite blue. The sun, forgotten for centuries, poured down a warmth that felt like a physical weight. Dark Light
He didn't hesitate. He smashed the sphere against the stone floor. Standing in the cold, silent ruins, Elias held