The rhythmic hum of machinery filled the workshop, a stark contrast to the organic, flowing magic of Elysium's wilderness. Massive gears turned with the steady pulse of Aether energy, channeling power into intricate devices that lined the walls. Unlike the raw, untamed magic of Elysians, Dawnbuilders relied on refined Aether technology—synthesizing ancient techniques with modern engineering. It was here, amidst the scent of heated metal and oil, that Elias sought answers.
He pulled his cloak tighter around him as he stepped inside, the workshop's artificial heat clashing against the cool air outside. Towering constructs loomed in the background, their rune-etched frames pulsing with stored Aether. At the center of it all stood a woman clad in a reinforced work suit, lenses covering her eyes as she carefully adjusted the flow of Aether within a stabilizer core.
Liora, a master Dawnbuilder, barely glanced up as he approached. "I was wondering when you'd show up, Elias."
"You heard?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. News traveled fast in places like these, especially when it concerned something as dangerous as Void energy.
Liora set down her tools and finally turned to him. "The Void Affliction. It's not just a rumor, then?"
Elias hesitated, then nodded. He unwrapped the bandages around his wrist, revealing the darkened veins pulsing beneath his skin. Aether struggled to flow properly within him, flickering like a flame caught in a storm.
Liora's gaze hardened. "Damn it, Elias. You know what this means."
"I was hoping you could tell me," he said, forcing a weak smile. "You're the expert on Aether refinement."
She sighed, grabbing a nearby instrument and pressing it against his skin. The device pulsed, scanning the corrupted pathways within his body. "This... this isn't normal corruption," she murmured. "Void energy doesn't just drain Aether—it erases it. The pathways inside you are unraveling."
Elias clenched his fists. He'd suspected as much, but hearing it out loud made it feel all too real. "Is there a way to stop it?"
Liora frowned. "Maybe. But you're not going to like it."
"Try me."
She walked over to a nearby console, flipping through schematics displayed on a glowing Aether screen. "Void Affliction isn't just a disease. It's a rejection of everything Elysium's magic stands for. If you keep pushing, your body won't just break down—it'll turn into something else."
Elias's breath caught. "Something else?"
"I don't know what yet," Liora admitted, her voice grim. "But I do know this—Soulforge Gateways have been acting up lately. More unstable than usual. And the weird thing is, that instability?"—she tapped a schematic of a collapsing Aether Core—"it looks almost exactly like what's happening to you."
Elias stared at the screen, his mind racing. Soulforge Gateways—bridges between Earth and Elysium—had always been heavily regulated. If they were connected to his condition…
"Something's happening to the Gateways," Liora continued. "And whatever it is, it's tied to the Void."
He exhaled slowly. If his mutation was linked to the instability of the Soulforge network, then his condition wasn't just an anomaly. It was part of something much bigger.
"What do I do?" he asked, his voice flat.
Liora studied him for a long moment. Then, finally, she said, "You need to stop using magic. Stop experimenting. Let your Aether settle before it's too late."
Elias laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You and I both know that's not an option."
Liora shook her head. "Then at least be careful, Elias. Because if the Guild Syndicate or the Nightspires find out what's happening to you first?"—her eyes locked with his, filled with warning—"They won't hesitate to put you down."