The atmosphere of the Shard of Trophies was characterized by a sterile, suffocating stillness. There was no wind, no scent of damp earth, and no sound of shifting gears. As The Echo of Wood entered the orbit, Han noticed that the planet didn’t look like a living world; it looked like a meticulously organized shelf. The continents were divided into perfect hexagonal grids, each encased in a shimmering dome of preservative energy.
The Silver Key in Han’s pocket felt cold—not the icy chill of the Shard of Silence, but a heavy, leaden weight. It was the sensation of something that had been forbidden to move.
"The Primal Current is being... bottled," Vahn said, his geometric form flickering with a dull, muted light. "I can see the streams of essence entering the atmosphere, but they aren't be
