In the mana sea, darkness began to curl.
The golden sky above the black ocean pulsed faintly. Lights swirled in slow rhythm, like stars trembling in water.
Nyxa sat at the edge of the void, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
She could see it. The changes. Something had started to open. No, unravel beneath the surface. But Ren's body didn't reflect it. Not yet.
She whispered Ren's name once.
There was no reply.
But the sea started to move. A black thunder beneath the waves seen. Waves carried that thunder too. All the thunder surrounded Ren's body.
The thunders moved like beasts.
They spun in wide arcs around Ren's floating body, spiraling across the black sky and crashing down upon the dark sea. Each strike of lightning twisted and split, curling like tendrils before slowly being drawn inward.
One by one, the storms entered his body.
