The hum of forty meters of ancient runic brass echoed through the cavernous depths of the Spatial Nexus. The translucent spatial vortex within the World Bridging Gate swirled with a steady, sapphire radiance that illuminated the surrounding floating landmasses. Imperial artificers worked with swift discipline along the perimeter of the central island, driving heavy brass anchors into stone.
Kale Ardentis stood at the primary runic console of the World Bridging Gate, his green eyes glowing with cold, analytical light. In his right hand, he held the Spatial Origin Core extracted from the fallen Spatial Leviathan, its crystalline facets thrumming with spatial energy. Around his neck, the Master medallion absorbed the ambient spatial shockwaves radiating from the open portal.
