The voice echoed, not in the void around him, but directly within the confines of his mind. It was calm, ancient, and distinctly feminine.
"Welcome, my child."
Aurelion recoiled, not from fear, but from the sheer audacity of the intrusion. A surge of irritation washed over him. He scanned the swirling chaos around him, then his gaze settled on the massive white sphere of light where the lightning guide had led him.
The feminine voice spoke again, its tone laced with a gentle, compassionate patience. "Approach, my child."
"It can speak directly into my mind" Aurelion realized, a fact that angered him even more.
He glided forward, propelled by a silent pulse of his own energy, stopping just before the brilliant white sphere and the root extending from it.
"Touch the root, my child," the voice commanded.
Aurelion remained still, his caution overriding his curiosity. He speak his own thought back at the entity. "Are you... Primordia?"
