The sky no longer felt silent.
Not because of sound.
But because of changes moving slowly, almost imperceptible, yet real to those who are sensitive.
Aurelia stood at the edge of the cracked ground that was now beginning to fuse back together. The cracks were not completely gone, but they no longer radiated threat. Like a wound that had not fully healed, yet had stopped bleeding.
Before her.
The newly born being still stood.
Its body was not entirely stable, as if still searching for the right form. The energy flowing within it was not chaotic, just… not yet directed.
Ragnar leaned on his own shoulder, staring at the being with an interested gaze.
"If everything that appears later is like this…" he murmured, "…I'm not sure whether to be happy or prepare for battle."
Kael crossed his arms.
"Better to prepare for both."
Orion did not speak. He observed the small details of energy vibrations, movement patterns, frequency changes around the being.
Aurelia stepped closer.
