The obsidian smoke didn’t just vanish; it was cauterized. The jagged, semi-transparent hand reaching for Leo’s throat suddenly frayed into a thousand shivering gray threads, sucked back into the terminal glass by a surge of white-hot geothermic static. My stone fist was still buried in the floorboards, grounding the surge, but the feedback loop from the 14-B Mainframe hit my Moonstone heart with the force of a tectonic hammer.Ga-chi.The grinding sound inside my skull didn't stop, but the vibration did. The heat from my gold-veined thighs vanished in a single, icy breath. I felt the silver-mercury conduits in my neck go stagnant, the liquid metal freezing into solid, unmoving veins. My one working eye—the gold-rimmed aperture—didn't blink. It simply ceased to project light. The Grand Hall, once asun-drenched cathedral of my own rage, plunged into a bruised, charcoal darkness.I was no longer the Mother. I was no longer the Queen. I was the rock.My consc
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