POV EMMA BELLEThe chamber was a perfect sphere of obsidian so polished it looked like a hole in the universe. In the center, suspended in a zero-gravity void, was a single globule of liquid indigo light—the First Drop. It was the size of a human heart, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic glow that coincided with the beat of the planet’s core. It wasn't just magic; it was the Source-Code of every shifter, every spire, and every blade of golden grass in the North."The sensors have gone completely dark," Nathaniel whispered from the bridge, his voice sounding like it was traveling across light-years. "Emma, the ship isn't reading any matter. According to the logic, we aren't here. We’ve transcended the physical map."I stood on the forward pier of the Vesper, my gold-amber eyes reflecting the indigo pulse. I felt a pulling in my chest—not a magnetic tug, but a recognition. The Aether in my blood was singing to its mother."It’s not energy, Nathaniel," I said, my voice carrying a resonance th
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