The black light did not hold.
It trembled once, twice, a third time, and then something fundamental shifted.
Those watching from the upper floors felt it before they saw it. A pressure that had no physical source pressed against their senses, against the very fabric of the spatial treasure that housed them. The castle, which had stood unchanged for centuries, responded with a low, resonant hum that vibrated through stone and bone alike.
On the sixth floor, the female member who had spoken earlier, a woman with silver hair and eyes that held the weight of decades, stumbled backward. Her hand remained pressed against her mouth, but her eyes had widened beyond composure.
"The color," she whispered. "It's"
She could not finish.
The black light folded inward.
And from its center emerged something that had not been seen in Elysium for longer than living memory could account for.
Dark Gold.
