"I'll take this one," Ataneya said, stepping forward without hesitation. She reached out and claimed the core that pulsed with the raw, crackling energy of the Storm Sovereign—Volkris's power.
It just felt right. Lightning and storm magic suited her perfectly.
Seeing that, Andona didn't waste time either. She grabbed the last one—the blazing core left behind by the fire beast. Compared to what Ataneya and Namyanna had just absorbed, it wasn't exactly a game-changer for her. But she didn't care.
She wasn't picky. One was as good as any.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
In an instant, three massive shockwaves erupted at once, their energies colliding and amplifying each other. The entire space trembled under the pressure, the air thick with surging magic.
The power was wild, chaotic—like a storm tearing through the fabric of reality.
But as time passed, the energy began to settle. The shockwaves faded, the light dimmed, and the space slowly returned to calm.
