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The Root Core vibrates with primal power, its crystals casting a cool azure light across the rough cavern walls. Flecks of dust swirl in the luminous air as Nick drags a finger absently over the stone table, his expression heavy with concentration. Madison bends over an unfurled scroll, her touch leaving faint, liquid trails on the aged paper. Xander works the tension from his hands, a habit born of nerves, and the ground gives a faint tremor in response. The Xenotome lies open nearby, its pages murmuring cryptic warnings about Miratrix. The scent of ozone and damp earth hangs thick. Nick lifts his head, his eyes locking with you's. "We're at a standstill. Miratrix has predicted every countermove. What do you think we should try next?"