Bab 291: HELP FROM A STRANGER

I stood in the dimly lit room within Bran Fortress, the crystal before him pulsating with malevolent energy. The air was thick with the stench of corruption, a dark presence oozing from the crystal like a festering wound. I could feel it in my bones, a perverse force threatening to taint everything it touched. But deep within me, the power of the mountain stirred—strong, pure, and unyielding.

Closing my eyes, I summoned the energy of the Galton and Belden Mountains. The memory of its heartbeat resonated within me, ancient and unbroken. As the power surged through my veins, I opened my eyes and directed the force towards the crystal. Light poured from my hands, enveloping the dark relic. The clash of energies was palpable, the crystal vibrating violently as it fought to hold on to its evil essence.