The System Mecha is so unscientific

Da knelt at the edge of the chasm, the luminous orb pulsating softly like a heartbeat in the depths below. An aura of serenity enveloped him, yet he could feel an undercurrent of danger—it was as if the very ruins were holding their breath, anticipating the historian's next move. With every flickering pulse of the mysterious artifact, he felt the weight of the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of stories it contained.

He had venture forth; the guardians had granted him the opportunity to unlock the secrets of the Tear Ruins, and he intended to make the most of it. Drawing in a deep breath, Da summoned his resolve, then carefully descended into the pit.

The walls of the chasm were slick with a strange luminescent energy, glowing in shades of blue and violet. Each careful step sent ripples of light cascading down the stone. As Da approached the artifact, he could see intricate runes intertwined within its form—a weaving of fate and destiny etched into the source of its power. It was a Tear Crystal, a remnant pulse of what once flourished in a lost dimension, brimming with potential.

When Da reached the base, he noticed tendrils of energy reach out from the crystalline core, beckoning him closer. He hesitated for a moment, gauging the risk of touching such a potent artifact.

“Remember your training,” he whispered to himself. “You’ve faced worse.”@@novelbin@@