Screams from the Abyss

Catalyst of Transformation

The days following the Cosmic Council's judgment passed in a blur of introspection and intense preparation. The Nexus Prime, usually a hub of frenetic activity, had taken on an almost meditative atmosphere as the Seers grappled with the magnitude of recent events and the challenges that lay ahead.

Aria found herself spending long hours in the Chamber of Reflection, a vast, ethereal space where the very air seemed to pulse with the wisdom of ages. Here, surrounded by swirling mists that occasionally coalesced into glimpses of other times and places, she struggled to come to terms with her newfound power and the responsibility it entailed.

On this particular morning, she sat cross-legged at the heart of the chamber, the Blade of Dawn laid across her lap. Its soft glow pulsed in time with her breathing, a visual representation of the deep connection between wielder and weapon.

"You're brooding again," Koda's voice broke through her reverie, tinged with its usual hint of irreverence. The t