Jonah opened the floodgates.
He didn't just summon the essences from his mind. He unleashed them. The Broodmother's massive, impossibly complex power, a swirling galaxy containing the genetic memory of a thousand different lives, erupted from his consciousness. It didn't just enter the room; it flooded the chamber in a tidal wave of raw potential.
WHOOOM!
The entire workshop let out a deep, groaning sound, as if the very atoms of the metal walls were vibrating in protest. It was like a giant tuning fork had just been struck, shaking the world to its core. The air itself seemed to change, becoming thick and heavy, almost like liquid. It was charged with a strong, wild power, a presence that was both terrifyingly immense and breathtakingly beautiful.
