He turned away from the island's edge and focused his attention on a specific, unseen coordinate of the substrate, a point he had been holding in his consciousness since the geological map had first coalesced. This was the epicenter and the primary concentration point of the foundational principle.
Without warning, he drove a gauntleted fist into the ground.
It wasn't a strike of brute force but a strike of surgical precision. He didn't trigger a broad, sweeping geological activation; instead, he forced his authority into a hyperfocused, microscopic read.
He bypassed the surface layers, diving deep into the very marrow of the earth, reaching into the architecture of the compression principle at the exact point where the foundational methodology concentrated its primary load.
The substrate hummed, a low, vibrating thrum that Lilith could feel in her very teeth. The earth seemed to groan under the weight of his scrutiny, and the data flooded his mind, raw and crystalline.
