His voice cut through the air, low and clear:
"Thank you for protecting Feng, Lysandra Vael… Your actions have allowed me to focus on fighting."
Then came a moment of silence.
He closed his eyes.
Breathed deep.
And then he dove inward.
…
Within him, his primordial brain stirred, more awake than ever before.
Vast. Cold. Perfect in its construction.
It began to hum. Not with mere thought, but with overwhelming clarity. Every synapse, every ancient neural thread woven through time itself, pulsed together in perfect harmony. It silenced distraction. Banished doubt. His thoughts no longer resembled anything human. Anything mortal.
They were thought itself in its rawest form:
Primordial. Eternal. True.
Beneath it, the Still Heart answered.
Its rhythm heightened.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Until his heart no longer beat like a man's but like a true weapon of war.
A relentless percussion.
A battlefield drum hammered by the divine themselves.
