The gray void ripped open in the air inches from Raziel's face.
Elector Mordecai swiped his bare left hand and deleted the physical space inside the Founder's room on Level -6.
The unrendered hole expanded toward Raziel's boots and chewed on the cold stone floor.
Raziel bit his already bleeding left thumb and burned his own physical blood to activate Anchor Blood.
He fueled his corrupted core with raw, volatile power.
He forced Chronoperception and Soul Resonance inward at maximum amplified capacity
[90%...]
[99%...]
[EXTRACTION COMPLETE.]
Raziel screamed from the sudden, massive absence of feeling. The interface wiped away twenty percent of his humanity in a single micro-second.
[EMPATHY LEVEL: 50% (LOCKED).]
Raziel opened his eyes.
He stood inside the Founder's room on Level -6.
The cell looked exactly the same but the room did not feel abandoned.
A man sat in the wooden chair in front of the desk.
He wore a simple, unadorned gray tunic.
