King Coleoran observed his daughter.
Selthia remained seated cross-legged before the massive Grand Crystal, her small hands resting on her knees while her closed eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids.
The sight never failed to unsettle him, his little girl communing with something ancient and alien, serving as a bridge between human understanding and cosmic intelligence.
King Coleoran watched his daughter with paternal pride but also growing anxiety.
At eleven years old, Selthia seemed impossibly small next to the abyssal energy emanating from the pulsating core of their power, but her hydra moved happily beneath her skin. The creature's agitation was a constant reminder that his daughter's body was fine.
