Elementza: Topology Workshop

And he was utterly hollow.

He looked at his hands—those wonderful, calloused hands that had built worlds from nothing. The edge flow was flawless. There were no poles. No pinches. No history. elementza topology workshop

Kael felt his consciousness collapse into wireframe. He was no longer a man; he was a mesh. The needles traced his body’s edge flow: the spiraling loops of his biceps, the star-shaped pole at the back of his knee, the dense, chaotic cluster around his heart. And he was utterly hollow