The last soul dissolved into particles of soft blue light and drifted into nothingness.
For a moment, there was only silence.
I stood within the crater my own aura had created, the ruined buildings around the central district reduced further to broken shells. The fractured ground beneath my feet still carried the imprint of my aura, but something else had changed.
The city reacted.
It was subtle at first. A faint vibration moved beneath the surface, traveling through the stone in slow, deliberate pulses. It was not violent. The cracked streets around me darkened slightly, not with shadow, but with depth, as though something buried far below had begun to stir after an immeasurable span of dormancy.
My Psynapse expanded instinctively, reaching downward, probing beneath the physical layer of the city.
There.
At the exact center of the district. Something was activating. The air grew heavier.
The ground ahead trembled.
Stone shifted.
