The glowing crystal staircase did not simply lead upward; it ascended through the very heart of the titan-skull mesa, winding past massive, hollowed-out chambers where arcana of an ancient age lay dormant.
As Kyle, Seraphina, Falcon, and Yua climbed higher, the roaring winds of the canyon below began to fade, replaced by a deep, rhythmic hum that vibrated directly through the soles of their boots. The air here was no longer biting cold; it was dense, warm, and hyper-saturated with pale-blue atmospheric energy that made their hair lift slightly from their shoulders with static tension.
"This entire mountain is a battery," Falcon observed, her golden eyes scanning the translucent crystal walls of the staircase.
