"This is my gift," Orion murmured to himself, his gaze shifting to a small pack of soil at his feet. With a simple kick, he sent the soil tumbling into one of the holes, filling it up with a satisfying crunch.
As he watched the soil settle, a bright expression spread across Orion's face, his lips curving into a wide smile. "This is my gift," he repeated, each word carrying a sense of pride.
"But there has to be more to it, right?" Orion mused, an idea suddenly sparking in his mind. Without hesitation, he bent down and stretched out his hand, scooping up a handful of clay soil from the ground.
Taking a step back, Orion brought his head back and generated a large amount of spit in his mouth. With a swift forward motion, he spat onto the soil in his hand before proceeding to mould it into a ball shape. Throwing the ball upwards and catching it with his right hand, he took a deep breath, focusing on the strange energy that seemed to be flowing through him and into his hands.
