Jack sat on the throne of Floor Twenty-Five, the cool stone offering a final anchor to the physical world before he departed for a realm that existed beyond normal reality. The Dark Prism Crystal rested in his palm.
It was small, roughly the size of his thumbnail. Black as obsidian but with an internal structure that caught light in ways glass never could.
Faceted surfaces that seemed to shift and realign depending on the angle, creating patterns that his eyes couldn't quite track. The System notification had been clear about the requirement.
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