The silence of the dungeon was broken by the faint, rhythmic pulsing of its core. The blue light shone through the cave, illuminating the surroundings. The incubators on the wall pulsed as they basked in this light, seeming to breathe. Horizon stood motionless, his tendrils lying on the ground before him, inert. But he was not idle.
The data mined from the dungeon core had been akin to a tsunami of information, one that could have shattered a lesser consciousness. But for Horizon, it was nothing but another set of variables to analyze. The most critical variable was the planet itself being a sentient life form—one he had termed the geomind.
His internal diagnostics scrolled with updates as information about the geomind was processed and arranged accordingly.
