Those Runes alternated between bright and dim, like the valves of a heart controlling the flow and intake of Energy, so that this "Chaos Core" was no longer a simple collage of fragments, but a new vessel of Life, endowed with self-regulation and self-evolution.
The space above the altar shook violently because of it, constantly contracting and expanding, while waves rippled out to rouse the dead silent Wilderness all around.
One after another, dying, withered trees convulsed and trembled in resonance; faint streaks of green rose from the depths beneath the Earth, injecting into the Earth on the verge of annihilation the last signals of struggle and survival.
In the distance, ancient Magical Beasts, their carcasses mottled and scarred, also began to stir in varying degrees under the influence of this nascent Energy, as though entering the inevitable dormancy that precedes the birth of an apocalyptic dawn—stirring both excitement and unease.
