Hours later, Lucien opened his eyes.
The meditation had not been idle.
Inside his mind, the image of the torn reality had been dissected, reassembled, and refined again and again.
He had run it through Perfect Calculation until even the smallest stress-line had a place in his memory.
There was satisfaction in his gaze.
He was close.
If he refined the method a little more, he believed he could reproduce the phenomenon.
Not tear reality recklessly. But open it deliberately.
He could almost see it.
But almost was not enough.
Lucien exhaled and let the thought settle.
A little more information, then it would be perfect.
He rose.
He stepped out of his divine energy core and returned to Starforge.
The first thing he did was look for Anvil-Horn.
Starforge was alive again.
