The atmosphere in Class 2-Spirit had reached a fever pitch, the air itself feeling like a coiled spring ready to snap. The white light within the Awakening Crystal didn't just pulse; it began to warp and twist with a violent, erratic energy that defied every lecture the students had ever attended. The translucent cube, a marvel of The Grand Dominion’s spiritual engineering worth millions of dollars, began to emit a low-frequency groan, the sound of structural integrity failing under an impossible load.
Suddenly, a sharp, crystalline c***k echoed through the silent room.
A jagged fissure appeared on the surface of the crystal, starting from where Leo Shaw’s palm made contact and spider-webbing outward with terrifying speed. Within seconds, the once-pristine cube was a mess of white-hot fr
