The faint glow from a single crystal lamp casting shadows along the walls. The smell of old timber mixed with a faint trace of herbal tea lingering from earlier. Outside, muffled wind brushed against the shutters of different chambers in Arkenhall, but inside, the air was still.
Ren leaned back , brows furrowing as his gaze met Seroi's.
"Yes, they were right. But what does this have to do with the Origin Core?" he asked, voice low but edged with curiosity.
Seroi shifted, resting his forearms on the table between them... "Maybe the Origin Core is there. Maybe it's not a stone or a ball made of energy but could be a living being. After returning from there, I read stories of many travelers who had once reached there. They too had described this incident." He looked directly at Ren, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That's why I asked you if you have ever seen the Origin Core because that bird and your powers are similar."
