C43 The chamber of the first memories

The white beam erupting from the console’s cracked seam flared into a brilliant, blinding aura that enveloped the top of the clocktower. Driven by a shared impulse, Vespera and Corin grasped the copper handle of the three-pronged key. Together, they pushed it all the way in and turned it past the lock’s final resistance.

CLACK-CLICK-BOOM.

The heavy iron floorplates beneath their feet gave way