Okay, here's a more human-sounding rewrite of the text, avoiding your banned words:
The Cold Stone felt like a grave. The shouts and stomping got louder in the tunnel – sounded like the burial crew arriving. Veridian had almost no time.
She grabbed the Manifest on Elara's chest. The weird shape wasn't doing anything, its dark face soaking up what little light there was; totally useless. She had the key, but the lock was busted, and the engine – Elara – was dead.
Commander Silas's orders bounced off the walls. They were through the Engine Block.
Veridian had to get some energy into this weird geometric thing in a place that kills magic.
She looked at Elara's face – pale, almost see-through, with black veins. Instead of freaking out, she just thought hard. Elara wouldn't have made a system that just flatlined. There had to be a backup.
Veridian remembered Elara saying during the storm, Put all power into fixing the brain. The system wasn't dead; it was just asleep, running the bare minimum.
But the Cold Stone was sucking away even that.
Veridian grabbed Elara's cold hand. She felt around Elara's wrist and arm, trying to find a way in – some spot to connect. The Purists wouldn't make something without an off switch, but Elara wouldn't trust a simple switch, either.
Her fingers hit the cold, rough stone slab under Elara. She felt a tiny wire – thin as a hair – running from Elara's neck, hidden under the stone.
Not a wire, but a physical link – one last to the Anti-Abacus's core. The Purists used it to check if the Channel was off.
Veridian saw the trick: a monitor can send stuff, too.
She pulled the Manifest off Elara's chest. Cold, pointy, and heavy.
The Manifest had raw, wild data – the opposite of the Anti-Abacus's tight logic. To get it going, Veridian needed a shock – a geometric lightning bolt.
The shouting was just outside the door. They were clearing the Kinetic Lock.
Veridian put the Manifest's tip to the wire from Elara's neck.
She was just hoping the machine was balanced: If the Manifest is Chaos, and the Anti-Abacus is Order, connecting them should make a big power surge.
She pressed the Manifest on the wire. Nothing. The anti-magic was too strong.
Veridian looked around. The walls were made of energy-sucking rock. She had to mess with the field – overload the anti-magic in this room.
The Geometric Short Circuit
Veridian saw it next to the slab: a thick copper pipe going into the floor, the one Garth messed with. This pipe grounded the cooling system that kept the anti-magic stable.
She had to get Chaos (Manifest) to the Order's ground (the cooling system) through the Engine (Elara).
Fast, Veridian grabbed a broken piece of the Kinetic Lock. She put it on the copper pipe and smashed it with her heel.
TINK!
The pipe cracked. Not broken, but open – enough to see the metal.
Veridian jammed the Manifest's point into the broken pipe.
Now they were connected: Manifest -> Pipe (Ground) -> Cold Stone (Drain) -> Wire -> Elara (Core).
A flash of pure, weird energy shot out of the Manifest. Not the blue light of Arc Ether, but a sharp, clear burst of data.
The Anti-Abacus's logic screamed. The system, meant to handle big problems, was getting raw chaos fed into its own ground.
The rock in the walls glowed, fighting the sudden energy. The anti-magic shorted big time.
Starting Up
Elara's body jumped. The room filled with a loud whine – the Anti-Abacus processors starting up from zero.
The wires on her skin lit up, not a soft glow anymore, but angry blue lines pulsing under her skin.
Elara's eyes snapped open. Not empty now. Two bright blue circles.
INITIALIZING! Elara's voice, flat and mechanical, boomed off the walls. STRUCTURAL PROBLEMS. COLD STONE FAILING.
Veridian yanked the Manifest off the pipe. The air went back to normal, but still cold.
Elara sat up straight, stiff, breathing hard, but the computer was on.
Elara! Not much time! You okay to move? Veridian said, grabbing Elara's arm.
Elara turned slowly, like a robot. Her blue eyes locked on Veridian. One word, no feeling:
USELESS.
The hibernation worked too well. The Anti-Abacus was running, but Elara was gone, lost under the stuff needed to fix the damage.
The Second Wave: Needing Elara
Useless or not, the Iron Sentinels are here! Veridian yelled, shaking Elara. They want the Manifest! Can't let them get the data!
The sound of the vault door being kicked open was super loud. Light streamed in.
Commander Silas stood there, mad and scared at the sight of Elara. He raised a club.
Silence the Filth! Purge the core!
The Sentinels rushed in.
Elara, just trying to stay alive, reacted fast. Not magic – physics.
CALCULATING: BEST ESCAPE PATH.
Elara threw herself off the slab and onto Veridian, heavy and now a tool. She used her weight and the hit to send them both rolling.
Silas's club smashed the slab where Elara was, sending dust everywhere, but not hurting the surface.
Garth! Veridian shouted toward the door, not an order, but a signal for their plan.
Garth, in the tunnel, knew it was time. He hadn't fixed the pipe, just slowed it down.
Garth let go of the tools he used to crimp the pipe.
The water line, already cracked, broke open with tons of force. The icy water blasted into the tunnel, hitting the Sentinels and knocking them down.
Commander Silas got hit, too, thrown back against the door, stuck by the water. The Cold Stone was safe for a bit.
GO! Garth yelled, struggling, buying his Captain time.
Veridian dragged Elara up the ramp into the wild, smoky, flooded tunnel. Elara was moving but Veridian was guiding her body, like a tool that was precious but broken.
They got out of the prison. But the escape was just starting.