Eight minutes remained.
Emery exhaled slowly, forcing his thoughts into order as the pressure of time bore down on him.
The earlier attempts had not been wasted; through those brief failures, he had already begun to understand the nature of the artifact before him. The twin discs were not merely weapons—they were a paired construct built upon opposition, a system that demanded balance rather than brute domination.
A weapon of duality.
Without hesitation, Emery raised both hands. Darkness gathered along his left arm as Khaos energy coiled like a living abyss. In his right, a radiant glow blossomed—pure, vibrant, and steady as the power of Elysian surged outward like the breath of life itself.
He guided the energies carefully.
