The fading projection paused as if it still had something to say. Then, its gaze landed on Arden again.
"You are a unique one," it said, voice softer now. "I've seen many pass through these ruins, most failing to make it halfway. But you... you're different. Not just because of the energy you carry, but how you move through the world."
It raised one hand, and a dull shimmer appeared something small, wrapped in old light, floating gently in its palm.
"I came across this long ago," the projection said. "But it never responded to my power. Perhaps it was waiting for someone like you."
The object drifted through the air. Arden caught it without flinching. It was warm, like it remembered fire.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You'll know when it's time," the mage said with a faint smile. "And if not now... then later."
The projection turned, eyes narrowing as it focused on Zephyra.
"And your companion... I haven't forgotten her."
