Shia Brightblade had seen miracles. She'd even been one. But this wasn't a miracle. This was precision. Purpose. Madness with method.
And Reed Valor was the one leading it.
"Try the stabilizer array again," he muttered, hunched over the Soul Forge's interface. The massive device pulsed with muted green light, housed in an ancient vault built inside the dimensional skeleton of a dead god. The very air trembled with suppressed consequence.
Shia adjusted the crystalline capacitor as instructed. "You're overcompensating. The neural scaffolding will collapse if we increase output any further."
"Then we lower the pain ceiling."
"That'll slow the reconstruction."
"I don't care. If their minds shatter on arrival, it's just necromancy with extra steps."
Shia nodded grimly and flicked a switch. The Soul Forge rumbled, then hissed with pressure equalization. Somewhere deep inside, the synthetic lattice of goblin soul-resonance began to sing.
