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Elian shifted uncomfortably, the book still glowing softly in his hands.
"Uhm… can you please explain better about the Great Aethera?" he asked, eyes full of confusion.
Lyrien's eyes gleamed with reverence as he looked at him.
"You are the chosen vessel of the Great Aethera," he said, his tone full of quiet awe.
"The goddess of magic, protection, and wisdom."
Elian's heart pounded. His mind reeled as he tried to understand.
"Goddess Aethera…" he whispered.
His eyes widened as he stared at the book again.
A strange, pulsing energy stirred in his chest — flowing through his veins like fire.
The book felt alive, as if it recognized him.
"What does this mean?" he asked, voice shaking with both awe and fear.
Lyrien's expression grew solemn, touched with sorrow and respect.
"It means that you are the rightful heir to the Goddess Aethera's power… and her legacy," he said softly.
"And with this ancient book in your possession, you have the power to save our world from the Shadow Beasts."
Elian stared at him, silent — the weight of destiny pressing down hard.
Then, without warning, the book began to glow brighter in his hands.
"Lyrien…?" he whispered, alarmed.
But before he could say more, the book flashed with a blinding light—
—and vanished.
Gone.
Elian's arms trembled, still frozen in place, as if the weight of the book had only just lifted.
"W–where did it go?" he breathed.
Lyrien's eyes narrowed.
"It's begun," he said quietly.
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