Just as Zoreth’s readings were about to exceed the tower’s scale, the fusion between her cores stopped, and the flash of light released by her body faded as quickly as it had appeared.
The Shadow Dragon still had two cores, one filled with the Chaos of the Eldritch and the other brimming with the Decay of the troll, but now they half overlapped.
An emerald spark flashed in the gray area at the center of the conjoined cores, forming a small vortex whenever the two mana flows matched. Nobody said anything until Zoreth’s hybrid life force stabilized again, and with it the readings of the Infirmary.
The emerald spark was still there. Its size shifted with the ebb and flow of the storm caused by the surrounding Cursed Elements, but its energy signature showed no sign of weakening.
“I stand corrected. Now we are done.” Baba Yaga said, taking off the Skull, Maw, and Apprentice Hands.
“How do you feel, Big Sis?” Lith asked, and received no answer. “Zor? Zoreth? Can you hear me?”
He would have worried about her well-being if not for the Infirmary displaying a yellow light and vigorous, stable vital signs.
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