In the upper control chamber, Maxwell straightened abruptly.
One of the embedded crystals had begun glowing.
He stared at it.
"Quenivarius."
"I see it."
A second crystal illuminated.
Then a line of inscriptions awakened along the edge of the primary control board.
Myst flowed through the conduits beneath the chamber floor, its passage marked by faint luminous patterns that spread toward the repaired relay housings.
Maxwell stepped closer.
"It's coming through."
Quenivarius had already moved beside the board.
"Primary relay response confirmed."
Another section illuminated.
Then another.
The large control surface began awakening in stages, its embedded crystals producing a soft, steady light as ancient mechanisms shifted into their intended positions.
A crystal lantern mounted near the entrance flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then remained illuminated.
Across the room, several additional fixtures responded.
