The gravitational chamber did not shake anymore.
That was the first sign.
Eighty times gravity pressed down upon the stone floor—an invisible mountain meant to crush bone into powder, tear muscle from tendon, and grind will into nothing.
Yet—
The chamber was silent.
No tremor ran through the formation lines etched into the floor.
No cracks crept across the stone.
No scream echoed against the walls.
Lin Shu floated.
Not because she resisted.
Not because she struggled.
She hovered a hand's breadth above the ground, body upright, legs crossed, spine straight as a drawn blade. Her hair drifted slowly around her head, strands suspended as if underwater, unmoved by the crushing force bearing down from every direction.
Eighty times gravity.
And it no longer mattered.
