The crystal of Aetherium he held carried an ephemeral weight, and as he brought it closer to the sphere it was as if he could hear faint screams emerging from it, and looking closer at the crystal would reveal that the three swirling streams of colors that were inside was rotating faster than before, making the dark crystal almost glow purple.
"Here goes nothing," Rowan whispered as he pushed the entire Aetherium crystal into the rune fractal, it was accepted into it with a dull metallic clink and a sigh as if something that had been meant to happen for a long time had finally been fulfilled, and the vibrating sphere unexpectedly imploded.
Rowan braced for the third announcement from the mysterious voice, but he did not get it, and he thought he might know the reason, the process was not yet complete. Then he chose to focus on what the sphere had become after this transformation, and the closest description he had of it was a black hole.
