The radiance of Aetherion still hung like a dream before them, its shimmering plains stretching out in divine stillness. Liam stood motionless beside Aesmirius, his eyes tracking the faint golden ripples of the Well of Genesis where the past had just played out before him. He inhaled softly, his gaze reflecting both awe and disbelief.
"I'll be honest," Liam finally said, breaking the silence that lingered like holy mist. "I never expected Aetherion to be an actual place. Ever since the first time I heard the name—back in the Dark Forest—I thought it was a kind of power. Like something inside people, not… this." He gestured around them, to the world of light and stars that breathed like a living thing.
