The resonance emitted by the Astral Ice crystal was not a simple acoustic phenomenon; it was an ontological vibration that seemed to rewrite the air's density within the mine. Each time the white pulse struck the walls, minerals embedded in the rock responded with erratic flashes, as if the entire mountain were waking from an eons-long lethargy. Lloyd, with his hand still extended toward the void where the mineral previously floated, felt the Primeval Ocean seething beneath his feet with a ferocity bordering on insubordination. The skill was not just consuming the resource; it was assimilating a hierarchy of energy that had been foreign to it until now.
