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"Put it in the box, Kael," Vynthalith said, sliding a heavy lead-lined containment case off her shoulder and onto the floor. "Slowly." Crimson Rivers Archive Of Our Own Apr 2026
Vynthalith walked to the door, the case heavy in her grip. She didn't look back.
No explosion. No fusion reaction.
For a split second, time seemed to fracture. The pyramid fell, tumbling end over end toward the floor. If it hit the ground, Sector 67931 would be a crater before the sun rose.
Vynthalith stood up, wiping soot from her face. She looked at the case. The red warning light on the side was blinking furiously, but the seal was holding.
"Kael, focus," she snapped, stepping forward. She could see the sweat beading on his forehead, freezing almost instantly due to the localized entropy drop. "Don't think about the drop. Just slide it into the cradle."