The obsidian figure stood in the center of the glowing, golden forest Serian had created. It was silent, its new, stable form a stark contrast to the chaotic static it had been just moments before. The core Nox held in his hand pulsed in sync with a faint, new light that now glowed in the center of the being's chest.
"What… what is it now?" Kendra asked, her hammer still held at the ready.
"It's a Tabula Rasa," Vexia's voice said over the comms, a note of pure, scientific awe in her tone. "A blank slate. Nox, by injecting a narrative concept—a memory—directly into its core, you haven't just stabilized it. You've given it a foundation. A first word to build a language from."
The being, the first 'Tuned' Aberration as Vexia would later call it, took a hesitant step. Its movements were no longer disjointed and unnatural. They were smooth, deliberate. It looked at the golden trees of Serian's forest, and then it reached out and gently touched a glowing leaf.
