The Genesis Forge Obelisk trembled. Its ancient Runes lit up, lines of crimson forming around it.
Germaine didn't even know what was happening, and honestly, neither did Sylas. He had entered this half expecting that he would need to take the risk to join the Professors as well. The reason he was pressuring Germaine so much was because this was the only way to ensure that she wasn't trying to trick him.
By the time she had fallen to a knee, Sylas had already resolved himself to take the chance. But it seemed that… that would be unnecessary.
The obelisk stabilized, radiating down an almost gentle might. However, the Runes themselves had sparks of crimson lightning within.
Sylas walked forward, his eyes still tightly sealed as blood continuously poured from them. He didn't seem to register the pain, though, as he pressed his fingers gently onto the obelisk.
A pulse formed a feedback loop with him, and he felt an echo from the universe.
'What a… feeling.'
