Fragment’s Orb

In Harlen’s satchel, the fractured orb lay silent, its glow faint and flickering. Once a piece of Fragment, it had witnessed its own share of destruction and despair. Unlike Mina’s orb, which hummed with vitality and growth, this one was a broken thing, its light scattered and fragmented like the memories it carried.

Harlen had picked it up not out of reverence, but curiosity. He didn’t understand what it had been or what it could become. To him, it was a relic—proof of what happened when ambition met hubris.

Yet even in its fractured state, the orb retained a sliver of its purpose. Harlen would never notice the way its light pulsed faintly when it sensed motion—an echo of what it had been. Even in ruin, it sought to transform, though it no longer knew how, and the containment field that Harlen had used to deconstruct the Creche held it at bay, for now.