The quartz platform beneath Vane did not merely vibrate. It roared.
The northern vent of the Void Chambers acted as a direct conduit to the island's primary mana-vein. The energy rising from the abyss was not the gentle, filtered stream found in the student villas. It was a jagged, crystalline torrent that threatened to shred the channels of anyone unprepared for its density. The air above the vent distorted with heat and raw power, shimmering like the horizon of a desert at noon.
Vane sat at the center of the white quartz disk. His legs were crossed in a meditative posture, and his hands rested loosely on his knees. He was the anchor of the formation. Around him, the air warped under the pressure of a localized silver storm. This was the physical manifestation of the [Silver Fang] authority, a power he had seized and integrated through the primary function of the [Usurper].
