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Trevor shot him a look. “That’s impossible. The pressure down here—“

They emerged from the mantle into a cavern so vast that their floodlights couldn’t find the ceiling. This was no dinosaur jungle. This was a cathedral of black glass and silver rivers of liquid mercury. Towering crystalline formations grew like trees, each one humming with stored energy. And at the center of this cavern, floating above a chasm that led into the true inner core, was a structure: a perfect dodecahedron the size of a city, made of the same obsidian material. journey to the center of the earth 2

“The fissure is growing,” Trevor said, reading his portable spectroscope. “Every time it expands, the outer core slows a little more. In seven days, the magnetic field will—“ Trevor shot him a look

They approached the dodecahedron on foot. The entrance was a seamless archway that recognized the resonance of Sean’s Obsidian Heart. It slid open without a sound. This was no dinosaur jungle

Trevor had returned to his tenured position at Princeton, his wild theories now footnoted rather than ridiculed. Hannah ran a successful geothermal energy firm, and Sean—now a brilliant, restless twenty-four-year-old geophysicist—had spent those years analyzing the mineral samples they’d brought back. His obsession was a black, crystalline shard that emitted a faint, rhythmic pulse—like a heartbeat. He called it Obsidian Heart .