The shadow of the Solaris Prime did not leave the Okutama valley. Even after Ren had used Loki's poisoned gift to sever the Archangel Michael, the golden flagship remained, hovering like a silent, judging eye. The golden sparks from the unraveled conceptual reset continued to drift down, coating the shrine in a layer of beautiful, lethal dust.
Ren Hanshin sat on the porch, his back against a pillar. His body felt like it was made of cooling lead. The 49.999% synchronization was a physical barrier now. Every time he blinked, he saw the crimson threads of the Tapestry. Every time his heart beat, he felt the Weaver's pulse.
[Divine Mana: 0.2 / 150]
[Synchronization: 49.999%]
He was empty. The "Void Step" and the severance of a High-Tier Avatar had sucked the marrow from his bones. He could feel his sister, Haru, through the wall of the infirmary. Her breathing was steady, the sapphire core was doing its job, but she was the only quiet thing on the mountain.
