Wei Lin closed her eyes, her focus entirely on the fragments. She could feel the energy flowing through her, the raw power of the mountain seeking to overwhelm her senses. But she held firm, guiding the energy toward the core, feeding it into the pulse she had found.
The storm around them began to wane, the winds dying down as the energy of the mountain was redirected. The man's expression twisted with rage and desperation as he felt his control slipping away. He lashed out with one final surge of power, but it was too late.
With a blinding flash of light, the core stabilized. The vortex collapsed in on itself, the energy dispersing harmlessly into the air. The storm was gone, and the mountain fell silent once more.
The old man staggered, the light fading from his eyes as the power left him. He collapsed to his knees, his face etched with disbelief.
"You… you've undone everything," he whispered, his voice filled with sorrow.
