The surface of the fossil was covered with cracks resembling blood vessels.
Whenever the tendrils of the Chaos Storm tried to invade, these cracks would shimmer with a faint silver light, diverting the frenzied energy to the sides.
Under this strange protection, a relatively safe space was formed at the center of the platform.
"Less than ten thousand meters away..."
Through the Spiritual Link, Ron sensed the condition of the Stand-In Puppet, and the sense of resonance became unprecedentedly clear.
He could feel the puppet being inside the body of some colossal presence, surrounded by warm liquid, like an unborn fetus.
A strange aroma began to permeate the air.
It was the briny scent of the deep sea, mixed with some ancient and primordial essence of life.
As this aroma intensified, the entire platform began to tremble slightly.
It was not the chaotic shaking caused by the Chaos Storm, but some more orderly, grand heartbeat.
Thump... thump... thump...
