The triangle's collapse sent shockwaves through the village.
Without the fire anchor's power, the carefully balanced seal shattered like glass. Shadow-corruption poured through the cracks in reality, flooding back into areas that had been purified moments before. The free spirits' songs turned to screams as the returning darkness overwhelmed them.
"Saguna, get back to your position!" Professor Nyala shouted, but he was already halfway to the transformed house, driven by desperation as Sahara's light continued to fade.
The corrupted marine — Johnson — turned toward his former commander with silver eyes. When he spoke, his voice carried the Kala Drah's harmonics.
"Administrator Thane... you served the binding networks so faithfully... let me show you true servitude..."
