Nothing happened when Kael placed his hand on the Core.
In a way, that was worse.
He had grown far too accustomed to ancient structures reacting to his presence, trying to classify him, expel him, record things they should not, or turn a simple question into a metaphysical dispute.
Selvanor's Navigation Core did none of that.
The bronze rings continued rotating around the sphere of water, indifferent, while far above them kilometers of ocean retreated from the coast because that machine believed it was solving a perfectly legitimate problem.
Selvanor was a harbor.
A harbor needed a coast.
Therefore, it would restore the coast.
Kael already hated the logic.
"First we need to stop this from getting worse," he said.
Vaela approached.
"Without shutting down the Core."
"Without shutting down the Core."
"Then how?"
Kael looked at Mara.
The captain immediately realized she had been dragged into the conversation against her will.
"Why are you looking at me?"
