As Grey continued tracing the spirit perforations within his body, a faint tremor rippled through his core. At first, he dismissed it as a side effect of the surging energy… until a soft murmur drifted across his consciousness.
It was weak, almost gentle, yet it made his heart seize as if an invisible hand clenched around it. The murmur deepened, warped, and twisted, swelling into a tide of mad, deranged whispers that scraped against his mind like claws.
Then it happened.
A crisp, delicate crack echoed from deep within his chest.
Grey actually froze. Shock, real, raw shock flashed in his eyes. And the moment that tiny crack rang out, the whispers erupted, no longer murmurs but violent, frenzied ravings that battered against his spirit sea.
And he knew exactly what had broken.
The purple crystal.
