The heat in Vynthalith was a living thing—WP 67931, the local weather sector, had issued a red-tier warning—but inside the shop, the air was as crisp as a mountain peak. There were no air conditioners, only shelves filled with glowing, frosted jars.

Kael turned around. He looked gaunt, his eyes wide and rimmed with red. He was holding a pair of magnetic tongs, and suspended between them, levitating in a stasis field, was a small, geometric object. It looked like a coal-black pyramid, but its edges shifted whenever she tried to focus on them.

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The irony hung in the air like smoke. Outside, the heat had already cracked two streetlamps and melted the polymer siding off the neighboring units. Vynthalith’s western district had become a basin of trapped solar gain—no shade, no breeze, just the hum of emergency coolers buried under the foundation of one stubborn address.

"It’s not Class-4," Kael whispered. "It’s not Class-5, either. I touched the casing for three seconds yesterday. My skin is still burning."