Li Wei had smashed against the stone ledge. He hadn’t fixed the ledgers. He had destroyed the source of the hack, but the corruption remained. The waystones were still grey.
The symphony became a drone.
Gersang was broken. But it was no longer silent. And Li Wei, listening to the glorious, untrustworthy, human noise, realized that a city built on sand had just found its foundation. gersang hack
So he began to shout.
On the third day, the city’s automated water-dispensers, keyed to the corrupted ledgers, started dispensing sand. Li Wei had smashed against the stone ledge
Li Wei dug it out himself. The crystal was hot to the touch, and its surface swirled with grey smoke. He didn’t try to reboot it or counter-hack it. Instead, he carried it to the city’s highest minaret. The waystones were still grey