The world-size core lay motionless, an iron cadaver stripped of its rot but bereft of life.
Lu Chen stood at the sharp-angled center of the inner core, his boots rooted into the nickel-iron bedrock.
Test streams flashed across his sea of mind.
Excision of the Uncanny was merely the removal of rotting tissue.
If the world-size blood-flow system remained stalled, the earth would still die of cold within three seasons.
Beneath the land-wide mantle lay an ocean of liquid iron and nickel two thousand li deep—the outer core.
For a thousand years of the Gloom Era, the black frost of the Ancient Source had chilled this ocean into sluggish, semi-solid sludge.
Without fluid rising heat, the world-size geodynamo couldn’t spin.
