The rift pulsed, fighting the containment. Space buckled, the entire monastery shook.
But Lin Mu's threads held.
A final spiral looped into place—and then he pulled.
The knot tightened.
The rift screamed in silence.
A tremor rippled through space—and then it collapsed in on itself with a sharp, high-pitched crack. The unbearable gravity vanished in an instant, like a tide pulling back to reveal a calm shore.
Silence.
The monks in the chamber slowly opened their eyes, blinking in confusion. Their bodies felt as if an invisible boulder had been lifted. Their breath came easy for the first time in years.
The Heart of Gravity was no more.
Instead, a glowing knot of spatial light floated in its place, pulsing slowly like a new star. Lin Mu raised his hand and guided it downward, embedding it deep into the sealed ground.
He had done it.
