Then, an exhale.
No matter how much of a talent or innate advantage Nysalea possessed, it was not the same as what Selene and Riven had experienced.
They had once stood beneath the sky as it tore open; literally.
A portal had split the very fabric of the heavens, and from that gash in reality, energy of a higher world poured down upon them like divine baptism.
Yin and yang, gold and silver, all descended together in blinding streams.
But for Nysalea…..
It was the culmination of something quieter. Her body was refining power, extremely old, dense power, from a 500-year-old serpent, and even that did not grant immediate transcendence.
It took time.
Her body, her blood, her core… everything was still processing the gallbladder's contents.
So, Riven and Selene didn't force the moment.
With a last glance at the now-peaceful Nysalea, the two stepped away from the center of the room.
