The dull crystals covered in flames spun around themselves before fusing. The fusion began with a low hum, like the murmur of distant winds stirring through an ancient grove. Then came the light, a sudden flare of electric blue that burst outward before settling into a steady glow. A miniature blue sun seemed to have ignited in the heart of the parlour. Shadows danced across the walls, stretching behind Kaelor's blond head and Vi's silver locks like ethereal puppets.
The blue sheen faded slowly, but what remained on the table was no longer mere stone. It pulsed softly, alive, with an inner brilliance that bled across the surface like moonlight poured from a sacred chalice. The crystal, roughly the size of a newborn's clenched fist, was shaped like a teardrop carved by divine hands, though its edges were uneven and primal.
