A few paces away, the secondary representative, Sirius's nervous cousin, whose entire authority was currently derived from the black crystal he clutched in his sweaty hands, stepped toward the black statue. He held the corresponding dark heart.
Today, Ren was only going to work on Luna's mother. Orion's wife would have to wait in the dark a little longer. Executing two resurrections of this catastrophic magnitude in a single day was functional suicide.
Even with his newly established 'super-network of spore-nodes' fully active, pushing his core that hard was a risk he absolutely could not afford to take today.
Luna's hands were visibly trembling. Sirius gently placed his large, scarred hand over hers, steadying her.
Together, they carefully raised the pristine Light crystal and slid it into the gaping cavity in the white statue's chest. It slotted in with a soft, perfect click.
