Deep within the dark confines of the quasi-adamantium dome, the central mind of the corruption registered a distinct shift.
The purple dragon, the ancient consciousness that had plummeted to this world after losing most of its god-like power and had concealed itself within the densest fragment of its central crystal core, felt a new sensation.
This was the same guiding voice that had meticulously steered Selthia through the shadows for years.
Now, it detected an unfamiliar pulse filtering upward through the quasi-adamantium flooring of its makeshift prison.
Selthia had secured the Shadow Core…
Her surviving army had successfully ripped the prize from the southern guardian of Yino.
The overarching communication network remained severed. However, this incoming pulse was not a line of code meant to transmit tactical orders or spoken words. It was only raw, unfiltered shadow power.
