Chapter 967 - The Prison

Strax stopped moving his wings before reaching the opening above the chamber. The ceiling was still collapsing, the organic channels burned beneath the advance of White Fire, and large blocks of stone crossed the space around him, but none of that demanded his attention at that moment. The pulse coming from the depths was unlike anything he had felt since entering the desert. It did not carry the agitation of the network, the speed of the adaptive creatures, or the desperation of an organism trying to preserve its own existence. It was slow, heavy, and regular, like the heart of something that had no need to hurry because it had survived too long to consider a few centuries relevant.