Honestly, I had to re-read chapter 12 a couple of times because so much shifts. The protagonist, Kael, finally gets his hands on the corrupted shrine crystal from the deep tunnels. The whole scene where he purifies it is less about a big magical blast and more this quiet, unsettling absorption—the crystal kind of melts into his core, and the system notification he gets is terrifyingly vague, something about 'Divine Spark Integration: 0.1%'. It doesn't feel like a power-up; it feels like he's infected himself with something way above his pay grade.
Meanwhile, the rival goblin shaman, Gruttok, makes his move. He doesn't attack Kael directly. Instead, he poisons the tribe's trust, whispering that Kael's new magic is what's causing the recent cave-ins and the sickly pallor in the brood mothers. There's a tense gathering where Kael has to stand before the chieftain and the elders, not with spells, but with words, trying to logic his way out of a superstition he doesn't fully understand yet. The chapter ends on this brilliant, quiet cliffhanger—not a battle, but Kael looking at his own hands, the faint crystal glow under his skin, and wondering if the shaman is right after all. The paranoia is the real event here.