Phan 2 | Natra

“You don’t understand,” Kaelen said, rain dripping from his crooked nose. “The city is sinking. Not fast. But a millimeter a day. The Heart is trying to tell us how to reset the buoyancy seals.”

Kaelen stood on the edge of District Seven, his boots skidding on the wet ironwood. He clutched a small, warm sphere to his chest—the Heart of Phan. It wasn't a real organ, but it might as well have been. It was the city’s forgotten power source, a shard of a dead star that kept the archipelago of barges and ziplines afloat. And everyone wanted it. Natra Phan 2

“There won’t be an Upper Reaches if we all drown,” Kaelen shot back. He took a step forward, extending the Heart. It pulsed a gentle amber. “Feel it. Just touch it.” But a millimeter a day

They found the Core exactly where the vision showed. A vast, circular chamber, silent for a century. In the center stood the Bronze Wheel, crusted with verdigris, five times as tall as a person. And next to it, a stone pedestal shaped like a cupped hand. It wasn't a real organ, but it might as well have been