A pressured note hummed through the air. The dungeon's core was changing beneath Noah's gaze. The spaces within the core that once only showcased empty voids were now being filled with a mixture of energy that deeply resonated with Noah's own.
Light leaked from those cracks, a washed violet that swirled with green mana. That mana continued to swirl while it funneled into the core's own abyss. With each rotation, the core's containment stretched a fraction further, pulling in mana faster and purifying what it released. And with that energy, the heart's containment expanded beyond what it had ever held before.
When the core's pulse finally steadied, Noah understood that the changes for now were done. The core's glow now held a cleaner edge, and the pressure in the room was stabilized.
