Chapter 71 The Heart Of The Void

• The chamber housing the Void-Heart Rift was not merely dark; it was an absence, a negation of light, sound, and thought. The pervasive gloom of The Bleak Expanse of Umbral outside felt like a gentle twilight compared to the absolute, consuming void that swirled at the heart of the Citadel of Ever-Mourning.
• The air itself was a physical pressure, a spiritual vacuum that threatened to pull their very souls into the pulsing, formless vortex at the chamber’s center. This was the Shadow Weaver’s true core, its umbilical cord to a dimension of non-existence, a cosmic wound bleeding entropy into their reality.
• Elara clutched the Moon-Tear Shard, its light now a strained, defiant pulse against the overwhelming nullity. The Xylos visions, the Lumina's ancient lore of healing cosmic wounds, screamed in her mind. This wasn't about destruction; it was about sealing, about starving the Weaver, severing its endless supply of raw nothingness.