Owen felt Gorvax scream.
It was not a sound made with voice. It was a sensation that traveled through the chamber's failing geometry, through the disrupted wards, through the consciousness of every being present. The Ordained hunter's discontinuity had found a point in the Sower's form that could not be folded back together properly, had created a separation that Gorvax's cosmic power was struggling to reverse.
Owen had seconds before Tertius completed the kill.
Owen reached into his inventory.
He had been carrying the Architect core since the moment since the moment he killed and extracted it from Vasek's body. A Grade 4 core, perfectly preserved, sitting in his dimensional storage waiting for a moment when he was healed, when he was prepared, when the absorption could be controlled and measured and integrated carefully.
This was not that moment.
