The Spiritual Spring Embryo drifted silently through the dungeon air, its form weightless, its presence unreal.
Below it, Roga Roya lay unconscious, his breath shallow, his aura fractured like glass beneath water.
The Embryo descended and placed a hand upon Roya's forehead.
There was no resistance.
The moment contact was made, it slipped inward–
not into flesh, but into a violently shattered sea of consciousness, where broken thoughts surged without order and spiritual currents collided in chaos.
The Embryo unfolded.
Spring light spread.
Piece by piece, it reassembled the sea, weaving torn perception back into coherence, calming turbulence without erasing scars. It did not overwrite Roya's will. It only returned the ground beneath it.
Roya's consciousness stirred.
At that instant, the Embryo sensed something else–
a familiar resonance hidden inside Roya's Qiankun pouch.
A Rejuvenation Pill.
The same one once given to the slaves.
