The fusion dissolved with the particular kind of exhaustion that settled in when someone had been sustaining something longer than they would have preferred.
Like a sprint held until you come out the other side breathing hard; it didn’t leave you emptied for the rest of the day, but it asked for real effort, and the asking was felt in the specific way that high-intensity efforts were felt, not in the bones but in the system around the bones.
Liora was more depleted than Ren, which was predictable and no more comfortable for being predictable. Her maximum time in fusion was shorter, the cost per minute higher, and although both of them had more than half their energy left, the distribution between them wasn’t even. Ren noticed it and didn’t mention it, because saying it changed nothing and Liora wasn’t the kind of person who needed her own state pointed out to her in order to know it.
The enormous mutant beast dissolved slowly.
Not the way the mutants from the upper levels had died; those had remained as bodies after being defeated. This one converted into energy while it went, and what was visible in the last moments of the process was the spherical internal structure of something that had been built a specific way, the right size for the door, the right shape for a purpose.
The kind of design that matched what Selthia had said: a guardian beast, produced toward a single specific objective.
Ren confirmed it while watching the last traces dissipate and filed the confirmation in the place where he kept information that would matter later.
The group returned gradually, with the measured caution of people who had assessed that the risk had decreased but hadn’t decided it had decreased enough to drop their guard completely. The guards arrived in the formation they held when there was no direct order to follow, alert and ready for immediate combat, the posture of people whose judgment about the remaining risk was shaped by the chamber they were standing in.
The purple runes on the walls, layered and repeated to the point of obsession, created a discomfort that wasn’t direct danger but the feeling of being inside a space not designed to have people in it.
Mayo arrived with the expression she had when she had just been close to something that would have made an interesting Chapter.
Ren lifted the nucleus from the fallen beast.
It was still partly purple, the proportion of corruption more complete and advanced than in Sirius’s crystal, which was still affected but hadn’t reached the halfway point yet.
The spherical crystal in his palm carried the weight and structure of something that had been part of a different beast and that was still what would give him access to whatever was on the other side of a door he couldn’t cross directly.
He couldn’t help analyzing it before moving on.
He looked again at the corrupt runes on the walls.
Looked at the crystals...
Calculated what Selthia had been building toward, what would have needed to happen for the process to become irreversible, and what remained between the current state and that point.
"We need to integrate it," he said. "And to integrate it we need to get close to the door so... Time to bring in the sacrifices."

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