A Ghost’s Leverage

In the underground living room of the mansion, a breathtaking glass construct stood,a full skeleton, save for the head, which rested securely in a nearby chest.

Beli's perfect vessel, soon to be inhabited, awaited its final piece. The beastcore, the heart of its design, would thread every joint together, precisely syncing movement. Once placed, the entire framework would come alive, bound by the same force that powered the great workings of the city.

The ghost paced around, adjusting the last fine details with the single articulated arm he could still control. There was nothing left to refine. Nothing more to tweak.

And so, the torment of waiting began.

Restless, he sought distraction. His thoughts drifted to the beastcores spread throughout the city and its depths. Though he couldn't observe them directly, he knew their function well, anchoring the floating city, keeping its structures intact, and allowing humans to thrive where only fish should dwell.