As the last rays of the artificial sun sank beneath the horizon of the Space World, darkness crept over the sky, and the artificial moon emerged, casting its soft silver glow over the vast landscape. The night was calm, but within the castle, a storm brewed beneath the surface.
In the quiet confines of his study, Petne,sat with the Earth Core resting in his hands.
The core pulsed with pure energy, the essence of the earth itself. Its power wasn't wild, but deeply rooted, steady like the ground beneath one's feet. It exuded an energy that was raw and grounding, making the surrounding air feel thick and heavy with potential.
The energy hummed through the room, filling it with a sense of immovable strength, as if the very ground sought to obey its call.
Pauline's voice chimed in his mind, gentle but insistent.
