"THE HEART BELOW"
Nexon does not sleep the way Solara sleeps.
Solara rests like a fire banked under ash—still hot, still ready.
Nexon rests like a thought held too long.
It pulses in the distance with a memorizing rhythm, almost gentle—almost greeting—yet every beat carries something wrong underneath it, like a smile that arrives half a second late.
The group stands at the edge of the rooted wild and looks up.
The violet glow filters through canopy and ash-cloud alike, painting the world in bruise-light and quiet threat. The Tree's massive trunk rises beyond scale, branches disappearing into a sky that can't decide if it wants to be weather or warning.
Allium steps forward first.
He places his palm against the exposed roots.
The ley responds immediately—threads of neon violet sliding toward his handprint as if the Tree recognizes the shape of a keeper. The roots do not grab.
They reach.
Weaver watches from just behind him, blue-gold threads drifting low at his shoulders, quiet as breath. He doesn't interrupt. He seems almost content to let Allium listen in the way only Allium can—through structure, through pressure, through what the planet refuses to say aloud.
Allium nods once, as if confirming something without words.
Then he walks to the base of the trunk.
There—where the roots coil thickest—an opening yawns in the earth.
Not a crack.
An intentional absence.
A throat.
Allium looks down.
And jumps.
Cassidy's stomach drops so hard she feels it in her fingertips.
"Did he just jump into that massive abyss?" she blurts, voice too loud in the violet hush. "He's not expecting me to do that, right?"
Weaver walks past her without answering.
He steps into the open space and drops as if gravity is simply the next instruction.
Rose follows shortly after—no hesitation, no flourish—just a quiet, controlled fall of sky-blue eyes and disciplined cold.
Thane comes next, rolling his shoulders beneath red armor that glows faintly like embers trapped under metal.
"Okay," he mutters, half to himself, half to whatever listens in Nexon's depths. "Here we go."
He leaps, shield active—Solara-red and gold humming with acknowledgment as he disappears into the dark.
Cassidy swallows.
Jax steps to her side and extends a flat board—sleek, dense, humming with a low stabilizer-tone that vibrates in her palm.
"Let's get moving, Cassidy."
He sets it down and steps on.
The board lifts with controlled ease, hovering a foot above the ground. Jax rides it forward in a smooth line and tips into the opening—
falling fast, controlled, deliberate.
Cassidy stares after him, lips parted.
Then she exhales like she's been holding her breath since the café.
She places the board down.
Steps on.
It rises.
She sits there for a second longer than she should, hands hovering over nothing, heart hammering.
"Just a regular day," she whispers, trying to trick her own body into believing it. "Right, Mari-Isla."
She presses her hand to her chest, then forces herself forward.
She glides toward the hole.
And falls.
The world becomes vertical.
Nexon's beauty reveals itself with cruel intimacy—roots rushing past like living veins, thick as towers, glowing neon purple with black lines running through them like clotting blood. The air is damp and cold in a way that doesn't match temperature.
It's cold like absence.
As she drops, her vision catches movement in pockets along the roots—
Dormant Soul Takers.
Not moving.
Not breathing.
Resting in the walls like tools hung on hooks, unfinished and waiting. Their forms are half-set, half-forgotten, obsidian skin split with violet seams. They do not hunt.
They wait to be told.
Cassidy's throat tightens.
She slows instinctively, board stabilizers whining as she lowers into a controlled descent.
Then her boots touch ground.
The cavern floor is wet stone and root-bone—purple glow reflecting off slick surfaces, shadows stretching too long between pillars.
The others are already assembled.
Allium stands calm and still as if the drop did nothing to him at all, eyes scanning the darkness like he's reading a language written into the rock.
Weaver's threads skim the air, quiet and precise.
Rose's breath fogs faintly—her cold syncing with Nexon so naturally it feels like the Tree is saying welcome back.
Thane adjusts his shield grip, exhaling once through his nose.
Jax lifts his scanner again, the screen casting pale light over his forearms.
"It's still further in," he says. "Let's move."
They walk.
Carefully.
The deeper they go, the more the roots shift in color—neon violet fading into darker purple, then into something almost black, like the Tree is bruising from the inside.
Allium keeps pace near Weaver.
His gaze drops to the ground, then lifts again, thoughtful.
"How long," he asks quietly, "do you anticipate me being awake?"
Weaver answers without looking at him.
"Only as long as needed, Keeper. Then you may rest. Time will tell."
Allium's jaw tightens.
He doesn't stop walking, but disappointment moves through him like a small fracture.
Weaver notices anyway.
He slows just enough to speak again, as if conceding something he didn't intend to.
"But… that seems to be a while, Keeper. And I'll tell you what—after we rid ourselves of Varos and Khelos…"
He pauses.
Allium pauses too, turning his head slightly.
"I will extend the period," Weaver says, voice lower now. "Maybe some human contact will help."
Allium's expression shifts—almost gratitude, almost something softer—then hardens back into the shape he thinks he's supposed to hold.
"I am Allium," he says.
And continues walking.
Weaver's threads flutter once, like a breath caught, then settle again. Whatever he feels, he brushes aside and keeps moving.
Rose watches from a half-step behind.
Her runes are strangely compliant down here—calmer than they should be, steadier than they ever are near Solara. She likes the calm.
That's what scares her.
Thane moves closer to Jax, voice dropping into something private.
"I'm worried."
Jax doesn't look at him, but his eyes narrow slightly.
"Keep yourself calm, Champion. She'll be okay."
Thane swallows, then pushes.
"Isn't it a bit too early for her to be back on the field? Especially after… Sector Nine?"
Jax's hand lifts in a small stop-motion.
"Cassidy needs this," he says, blunt and quiet. "And I'm watching carefully. She dropped herself here. She's ready."
Thane doesn't look convinced.
Cassidy trails behind them anyway, her mind slipping sideways—half on the dormant shapes in the roots, half on the way Varos said sectors, half on the fact that the world down here feels like it's holding its breath.
The tunnel opens.
Not slowly.
Suddenly.
They step out into a cavern so vast it feels like the planet decided to hollow itself out to make room for a single secret.
And at the center—
A heart.
Anatomically correct.
Massive.
Pulsing violet.
It beats with corruption, each throb sending a faint tremor through the stone as if the world is being kept alive by something that shouldn't exist.
Allium inhales sharply.
His calm finally cracks at the edges.
"He's here," he says. "I feel him."
He scans, almost machine-like now—eyes tracking, senses reaching, fingers flexing as if preparing to pull resonance into alignment.
Weaver's threads spread, listening to the ley that pools thickly in this place, abundant and wrong.
A subtle vibration shivers through the cavern.
Jax's plasma rifle comes up.
"Positions," he says.
Thane's shield ignites—Solara energy blooming red and gold, humming like a promise.
Rose's aura flares violent purple-blue. She draws her blade, stance settling into practiced readiness, frost-laced breath steadying into precision.
Cassidy swallows and arms her gauntlet, metal humming, her eyes darting across shadows and fissures.
And then—
The fissures split wider.
The cavern shakes as something forces itself through.
Varos arrives.
Massive. Sinewy. Obsidian flesh crisscrossed with neon violet cracks that pulse like a heartbeat—leaking light that isn't light at all, but condensed hunger.
Jagged horn-crowns of fused ley crystal jut from his skull in chaotic arcs.
His eyes—
molten amethyst, narrow and amused.
He inhales.
The air seems to flow into him too fast, like the world is eager to rush into his lungs.
"Mmm."
His gaze slides lazily over Thane. Over Jax. Over Cassidy—
a second too long.
Then stops on Allium.
His lips peel back, revealing too many teeth.
"…there you are."
The simple words vibrate in their bones.
Allium's aura ignites brighter—orange flaring, controlled, decisive. He shifts his stance immediately this time, feet setting into the ground like an anchor.
"You've been busy, Varos."
Varos huffs a laugh that turns into a wet snarl.
"Busy?" he repeats, savoring it. "Just a few… settlements. Maybe some cities. Sectors…"
When he says sectors, his eyes flick to Cassidy again, then back to Allium.
He taps his chest with one claw—obsidian plates clicking under impact.
Click.
Click.
Click.
"Tell me, Balance Keeper," Varos murmurs. "How does it feel to be late… every-time?"
Allium's eyes flicker at that—heat tightening behind them—but his voice stays calm, grounded.
"I may not be there when needed," he says, "but I will avenge it."
Varos tilts his head. Bone cracks softly as he turns his attention toward Rose.
"And you…"
His grin widens in something almost affectionate.
"How does being home feel?" he asks, voice slick with amusement. "Comfortable?"
Rose meets his stare dead-on, jaw clenched.
He isn't right.
But he isn't wrong enough to ignore.
"Comfortable isn't the word," she says, voice cold as iron. "Even if I bleed… I will never feed."
Varos laughs.
Then slams his foot down.
The shockwave isn't interference—
it's absorption.
The cavern's light flickers violently as energy is pulled into him, sucked from air, stone, and ley like breath stolen from lungs.
And then he releases it.
A wave of purple force tears outward, fast enough to kill.
Allium braces.
Rose braces.
Weaver braces.
Thane does not.
He roars and drives his shield down, Solara-red and gold exploding around him in a dome that catches Jax and Cassidy within its radius.
Purple slams into the barrier.
Gold-red fights back.
The dome shudders, spiderweb cracks racing across it like lightning trapped in glass.
Thane's teeth grit hard, muscles shaking beneath armor.
Cassidy lunges closer to the shield line, hands flying over her gauntlet.
"Oh alright," she snaps, voice bright with fear disguised as anger. "Bug man likes throwing energy around? Let's see how he likes this!"
Her gauntlet releases an invisible signal-wave.
Varos stutters for half a heartbeat.
Just enough.
The pressure eases.
Rose doesn't hesitate.
She steps forward, both hands lifting.
Her tattoos blaze violet.
Frost explodes outward in a ring, colliding with Varos's aura.
Pressure thickens.
Then slows.
Varos's hunger-field congeals like syrup chilled mid-fall.
Varos pauses.
The neon cracks along his body flicker.
"…ah."
He flexes his claws.
Frost climbs his arm—
then stops.
Purple light intensifies inside his cracks, burning the ice away from the inside out.
He grins.
"Channeling your hunger, hm?"
Before Rose can react, he moves.
Not vanishes.
Moves.
One instant he's across the cavern—
the next he's in front of Thane's shield, claws slamming into it.
The impact drives Thane knee-deep into the earth.
Stone fractures around him.
Thane strains, trying to keep humor in his voice through pain.
"That all you got?"
Varos leans down, voice almost gentle near Thane's helmet.
"Is this all… you got?"
A beam of molten orange-white energy slams into Varos's side.
Allium.
He takes the opening without hesitation—decisive, direct, the way a keeper answers a rupture.
The blast hurls Varos sideways, carving a scar through the cavern floor.
Varos digs claws into stone, gouging trenches as he slides, then stops.
He looks down at his side.
Part of his obsidian flesh is melted. Neon cracks exposed and sparking like frayed power cables.
He laughs again.
The wound does not close.
It mutates.
Flesh bubbles and reshapes—thicker, denser plates forming over the area Allium struck. Neon lines reroute into a lattice pattern like armor updating itself.
Cassidy stares, horrified.
"He's… adapting," she whispers. "That hit just updated his skin."
Weaver's voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and certain.
"He's not trying to win. He's collecting data."
Allium's jaw tightens.
"Then I won't repeat myself."
Varos lunges.
The ground disintegrates beneath him as he moves, each step sucking essence from stone.
He reaches Allium in a blink, claws arcing—
and meets a wall of blinding orange light.
Solara's resonance explodes around Allium like a small sunrise, his veins brightening, his aura hardening into disciplined heat.
Varos's claws screech across the barrier, sparks snapping out into the air.
The barrier bursts outward and flings Varos back—angled up—sending him slamming into the cavern wall hard enough to splinter stone.
Rose's hunger surges at the scent of corrupted energy tearing free.
Her breath fogs hard.
Her hands tremble.
"No—no—not right now…"
Allium feels it.
He doesn't look away from Varos, but he shifts closer to her, shoulder to shoulder, their auras brushing. His free hand finds hers for a brief moment—warm skin to cold skin.
Grounding.
"Breathe," Allium says, soft and quick. "You are not his reflection. You are your own."
Rose's runes flicker.
Then stabilize—still blazing, still dangerous, but controlled.
Cassidy slams her gauntlet into the ground.
A low hum spreads through the cavern, vibrating under their feet.
"Okay," she growls, teeth bared. "Big boy wants the ley? Let's give him a feedback loop."
A ring of small, flickering crimson constructs snaps into existence around Varos—rough, improvised resonance anchors synced to her gauntlet.
Varos rises from the crater he carved, adaptive plates already thicker where Allium struck.
But now the neon cracks jitter erratically.
He takes a step.
The anchors flare.
Energy surges back into his own channels, jolting him with his own stolen current.
He snarls, momentarily staggered.
"Human… tricks…"
Cassidy holds it steady anyway, shaking and grinning at the same time.
Jax picks his moment.
He fires.
Plasma rounds—tuned by Cassidy—slam into Varos's knees.
Varos drops, forced down by mechanical precision.
Rose moves in, violet frost engulfing Varos's arm as she locks a nullifying field around it, freezing corruption mid-flow.
For a heartbeat—
they have him.
Allium draws power.
Solara.
Nexon.
Virel.
Three flavors of the sky answering his call.
His veins flare tri-colored, orange barely containing the shifting red, purple, and blue beneath.
Weaver's voice snaps, sharper than before.
"Careful. We don't want this place coming down."
Allium doesn't look away.
"If he walks away from this thinking we are prey," he says, voice steady with intent, "we lose more. I intend to end this now."
Power roars up his arms.
Air warps around his hands.
Rose holds Varos in place, muscles trembling with the effort to smother his hunger-field.
Thane braces the anchor line with his shield, Solara light reinforcing Cassidy's jury-rigged trap.
Jax keeps firing in tight bursts, controlled and merciless.
For a moment, it feels possible.
Varos looks up at Allium, molten eyes narrowing.
And then—
the world tilts.
Not physically.
Perception.
The cavern stretches sideways. Walls extend into impossible heights. Colors invert for half a second.
Everyone staggers.
Everyone except Allium and Rose—
and Varos.
Sound collapses.
Only the hum of the ley remains, suddenly too loud.
A presence presses into the edges of Allium's mind.
Not a voice.
A thought held so tightly it distorts reality around it.
Perfection is the end of motion.
Allium's tri-harmony buildup stutters.
Energy surges—
misaligns.
Pain lances through his chest like a spear of static.
He drops to one knee, breath punched out of him.
His color sticks to neon purple.
"I… can't… focus," he grits out, voice tight with unfamiliar pain.
Rose's grip falters as the ley itself tries to freeze in place.
Varos smiles.
Slow.
Soft.
Almost reverent.
"What's wrong?" he murmurs. "Nexon isn't answering this time?"
Adaptive armor across his body glows brighter, stabilizing under the stillness Kyros imposed.
Varos twists.
Rose's hold shatters.
Frost explodes off his arm as he tears free.
Cassidy's anchors flicker, then pop one by one—overwhelmed by contradictory input.
"Nononono—stay together, you little—"
They don't.
The trap collapses in a spray of sparks.
Varos turns back to Allium—still kneeling, one hand pressed into the earth, purple flickering erratically across his veins.
"You reach for tri trees and tremble when the mind behind one of them blinks?"
He stalks closer.
Rose lunges—
Varos backhands her aside, extracting just enough essence from the air to blunt her nullification field.
Rose slams into a boulder.
Stone cracks under impact.
Frost spills across rock, tattoos flaring wild.
Allium forces himself upright.
Tri-harmony settles—weak, incomplete, but present.
He stands anyway.
"That's what it was," he says, voice low. "Kyros…"
Varos bares his teeth.
"Yes," he breathes. "The original one."
His gaze crawls over Allium like hunger with curiosity.
"What are you… if you can't steal power?"
He points—twisted claw angling toward Weaver.
"I see you bleed… Keeper. So does he."
For a heartbeat, Varos's arrogance flickers into something like devotion.
Jax steps forward, voice hard.
"Allium. We're done. We have data. We get out now."
Cassidy's hands shake as she reboots her gauntlet, systems whining.
"Give me thirty seconds and I can—"
"Cassidy," Jax cuts in. "We are leaving."
Thane limps closer, shield still up, one leg bruising under armor.
Varos snorts.
His aura dims like a predator choosing to stop playing.
"Run if you like," he says, voice wet with amusement. "I have what I wanted…"
He steps back.
Not into shadow.
Into the leyline itself.
Neon cracks flare—
and then he sinks.
Gone.
Quickly.
As if he was never truly standing on stone at all.
Thane drops to one knee, breath ragged, pain catching up in a wave.
Jax grabs him under the arm and hauls him steadier.
"Are you okay?"
Thane nods, grunting.
Cassidy holds her arm close, gauntlet heat having burned her skin deep. The pain is bright and sharp—but there's another pain underneath it, quieter, deeper, lodged somewhere she doesn't know how to name.
Rose pushes herself off the boulder and moves to Allium.
His neon orange is dimmed.
His aura looks… off.
"Are you okay?" she asks, voice tight. "What happened?"
Allium shakes his head once, still trying to breathe through the aftershock.
"They've been messing with Nexon," he says. "I can't focus or use the tri-energy if they interfere. I've never had this happen to me."
He looks almost unsettled by the sentence itself.
Most fights, for him, are simple.
Quick.
Corrected.
This wasn't.
Weaver comes to him and releases threads toward Allium's chest—careful, precise, close to the core.
"Your core seems intact," Weaver says. The words land like concern even if he doesn't mean them to. "Are you… okay?"
Allium looks at him—surprised by something in the tone—then steadies.
"Yes," he says. "I'm okay."
Weaver turns to Rose.
Her runes are back to fighting violently for control. Frost trembles in the air around her.
"Breathe, Rose," Weaver says. "Focus on your humanity."
Rose nods, jaw clenched, forcing the hunger back into its leash.
Jax lifts his comm.
"Requesting extraction from Nexon," he says. "Send hovercraft and medical."
He moves toward Cassidy, eyes flicking to her arm.
"How's your arm?"
Cassidy stares into space for a heartbeat too long.
Then snaps back like someone yanked a wire.
She stands, turns away from them, shoulders rigid.
"I'm fine," she says. "Nothing that can't be fixed."
Thane watches her with something like sorrow.
They don't speak after that.
They sit in the violet hush and wait for help to arrive, surrounded by dead stillness, pulsing corruption, and the quiet certainty that Varos didn't come here to fight.
He came here to learn.
END EPISODE 7 — "THE HEART BELOW"