Leon blinked at that. An itch. He'd been bracing for something considerably more dramatic.
Maybe I was right to be optimistic about this one.
Simultaneously, the same energy was working on the Primordial Void Heart floating before him. The silver patterns on its surface had shifted into a more active configuration, responding to the array's presence with something that looked almost like recognition. The runic symbols in orbit around it moved faster, their paths tightening.
The itch on the right side of his chest deepened.
Became pressure.
Became pain—not extreme, not yet, within the very manageable range of what Leon had experienced and endured across this entire floor's trials.
Then he watched his own skin part.
