The tiny spark didn’t burn out.
Driven by the cold, crushing weight of 3,600 Malice units, it started its first complete rotation.
WHIRRRRR.
A high-hum shaking, pitched far beyond human hearing, hummed through Lu Chen’s lower-back bones.
Inside his lower belly, the dark sphere of tightly packed Malice and the white-hot core of ignited fire star-fire began to orbit one another in a violent, reciprocal dance.
One revolution.
Two revolutions.
Three revolutions.
