Ren felt it…
The sensation had no physical equivalent.
But it was deeply pleasant again. Like scratching an itch that had been bothering him for years.
And that made it worse. Because part of him wanted it. Wanted to finally be free, the restrictions broken and the limiters removed.
There was already sufficient space in the core's rift for the interior luminosity trying to escape not to blind too much.
Selthia leaned forward and looked through the widened crack with the focused stillness of someone reading an important document. Her eyes sharpened… Then her expression changed.
Not rage. Something adjacent to it, but quieter and more specific…
The particular irritation of someone who has just discovered they arrived too late.
"So they were already using it," she murmured, more to herself than to him.
"Unexpectedly they gave priority to the birth rather than getting the food for it first… Morons."
