The cracking of the titan’s skull echoed like thunder trapped in stone. Dust tumbled in heavy curtains. The chamber’s light shifted, thrown into strange patterns by the new rift splitting the bone open.
And then the glow emerged.
A deep, pulsing brilliance from within the skull’s hollow interior. Not a steady light, but a breathing one. Rising. Fading. Rising again. Ancient. Rhythmic. Powerful enough to shake the bones beneath our feet.
Jax’s wolf form stiffened under me. His fur bristled. His ears flattened. He stared at the glowing core as if seeing something that struck instinct more than reason.
I felt it, too.
The light was not cold like Eidos’s vessel. It was warm. Fierce. Alive in a way that did not match any magic I had ever sensed. It wrapped around my pulse in gentle waves,
