Elysia's breath caught in her throat. Her hands reached for the orb.
The moment her fingers closed around it, a surge of warmth spilled through her veins. It wasn't just heat—it was life, light, and something vast.
Her vision gets blurred. Images crashed into her mind like waves: mountains shattering into dust, rivers rising in furious floods, flames devouring the sky, and winds that could tear apart space.
She saw fragments of battles long past, faces she did not know yet somehow felt familiar, and shadows stretching endlessly into the void.
She gasped, clutching the orb tighter as if afraid it might slip away. Her knees nearly buckled under the weight of it all.
"This…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What does it do?"
Her maid's gaze softened. She stepped closer.
"It binds you to the legacy of the Veylan Clan," she said, her fingers hovering near the orb, careful.
