The Whispering Wastes fell into a profound and absolute silence. The chaotic hum of the anti logic field had completely dissipated, leaving only the gentle sound of the silver sand shifting under the celestial light of the cosmos. In the center of the massive crater, Kael, Jax, and Lyra remained perfectly still.
They were on their knees, their heads bowed, offering the ultimate gesture of submission to the boy standing before them.
Neo did not glow with a blinding divine aura. He did not hover above the ground or project a terrifying display of supreme authority. He simply stood there in his basic linen tunic, looking entirely ordinary. He was holding a small, perfectly smooth obsidian cube that had dropped from the remains of the Nullifier.
He tossed the cube lightly into the air, caught it, and smiled.
"A raw logic core. It is a very sloppy piece of code, but it will make a fantastic crafting material. You could forge a weapon capable of ignoring defensive stats entirely."
