In the dimly lit guest quarters, a quiet stillness filled the air. Mia lay on the bed, her body exhausted yet her mind restless. Her eyes remained fixed on Kael, who sat cross-legged in deep meditation. She felt like her brother might disappear by the time she opened her eyes again if she went to sleep. So, she resisted sleep and just kept an eye on Kael.
But inside his mindscape, Kael was anything but fragile.
A vast, ethereal space stretched endlessly before him, shrouded in swirling energies. The black cat spirit perched beside him, its luminous eyes locked onto the two floating artifacts—the broadsword and the pendant. They hovered in mid-air, circling each other like celestial bodies caught in an unseen force. A resonance, almost like a heartbeat, pulsed between them as if they were speaking to one another.
Kael exhaled, steadying his thoughts. Then, with practiced ease, he began the incantation.
