The night before the synthesis, the workshop was transformed into a sanctuary. The main hangar bay outside was sealed, its massive blast doors closed and locked. A heavy, mag-locked security door separated them from the rest of the world, its glowing red light a clear warning to stay away.

THUMP-HISS.

The sound of the lock engaging was final. On the other side of that door, Seraph stood guard. Her posture was rigid, her hands clasped behind her back, her expression unreadable. Jax and Titus stood with her, an informal honor guard.

They didn't fully understand what was about to happen in that room. The technical details were beyond them. But they knew it was important. They knew Jonah was about to attempt something that had never been done before, something that could change everything. Seraph had staked her entire career, her reputation, and her unwavering belief on the boy in that room. The very least they could do was make sure no one bothered him.

Inside, the only light came from the rhythmic pulse of the Synthesis Loom. It cast long, dancing shadows across the walls, making the familiar space feel ancient and sacred. A powerful, tense feeling filled the air, making it feel still and heavy. It was like the calm just before a great storm.

Jonah and Vanessa moved with a focused purpose, performing the final calibrations. They worked in a comfortable, practiced silence, each knowing their role.

Jonah would channel his will, feeling for the tiniest imbalance in the Loom's energy field, while Vanessa would make microscopic adjustments to the runic arrays, her touch as delicate as a surgeon's.

Finally, it was done. Vanessa ran one last diagnostic, her fingers tracing the glowing lines of power on the control console.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEEEEP.

"All systems are green," she announced, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. "The energy conduits are stable. The runic filters are calibrated." She looked up from her console, her work complete. "It's ready."

Jonah nodded, walking to the center of the obsidian platform. He knelt and gently placed the Heartwood Seed in a small indentation at the very heart of the runic web. The seed pulsed once, a soft, golden light that sent a ripple of warmth through the entire Loom.

With the final piece in place, there was nothing left to do but wait for morning. But neither of them felt like sleeping.

Jonah sat cross-legged on the floor near the edge of the platform, his back against a cool metal cabinet. He closed his eyes and sank into his own mind, preparing himself for the ordeal to come. He needed to be calm, centered.

He reached out in his Beast Space, not to his Progeny, but to the swirling, galaxy-like essence of the Broodmother. He didn't try to control it or analyze it. He just… communed with it. He let its ancient, sorrowful memories wash over him, and in return, he projected his own solemn promise into it.

I will not fail you. I will create a better future.

A deep sense of peace settled over him. The lingering sorrow of the Broodmother's essence was still there, like a faint ache in his soul. But it was now overshadowed by an unwavering sense of readiness.

Vanessa watched him from across the room. She was running another diagnostic, but her heart wasn't in it. Her hands, usually so steady and precise, trembled slightly as they traced the glowing runes. She found herself looking at Jonah, not as a research partner, not as a project, but as her friend.

He looked so young, sitting there with the weight of so many souls resting on his shoulders. He was just a boy from the undercroft of Cinderfall city, a boy who had survived horrors she could only imagine. And now, he was about to attempt something that could either save the world or tear his mind apart.

Her usual academic focus, the cool, detached logic that had always been her shield, was gone. In its place was a genuine concern that made her chest feel tight.

She walked over and sat down on the floor a few feet away from him, her own back against the same cabinet. The silence stretched between them, comfortable and heavy.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked, her voice soft.

Jonah opened his eyes. He looked at her, at the undisguised worry on her face. He saw the trust she had placed in him, the countless hours she had poured into building the magnificent machine at their backs, all to give him a fighting chance.

He thought of Seraph, standing guard outside the door, an unshakeable wall of belief. He thought of his team, of the Headmaster, of the promise he had made to a fallen queen. He wasn't doing this alone. He had never been truly alone, not since he'd met them.

"We are," Jonah replied, his voice quiet but perfectly steady. It wasn't a boast. It was a simple statement of fact. This wasn't just his project anymore. It was theirs.

Vanessa gave him a small but genuine smile. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but his quiet confidence was contagious.

"Yeah," she whispered. "We are."

They sat there in the quiet workshop. The two creators were about to make their greatest creation.

The first light of morning came through the workshop windows. Jonah knew it was time. He stood up, his body feeling light, his mind feeling sharper than it ever had before. He walked to the center of the Synthesis Loom, the heart of the magical engine Vanessa had built for him.

He looked at her one last time, a silent thank you passing between them.

Then he turned, placed his hands over the glowing Heartwood Seed, and closed his eyes.

He reached into his mind, to the swirling, powerful essences he had so carefully chosen. They were ready. They were waiting to be unleashed.

The air in the room grew thick, crackling with a raw, untamed potential.

TH-THUMP.

It felt like the whole world was holding its breath.

Everything had built up to this single moment that would change everything.