Elder Sun walked to the side of the enormous bronze cauldron.
His steps were firm and measured, each one echoing softly across the marble floor. The light from the formations on the ceiling reflected off his dark-blue robe, creating shadows that danced as he moved.
His hands moved calmly.
Then, with a simple gesture, a subtle movement of his fingers, almost a caress through the air, lights appeared around him.
It was not an explosion. It was not a flash. It was a materialization.
One after another.
Objects began emerging from his spatial ring, floating gently, as though carried by an invisible current.
Roots. Flowers. Fruits. Crystals. Herbs. Spirit tree bark.
In total, fifteen different materials floated slowly through the air of the room.
Each possessed a unique appearance.
A bluish root, covered in tiny electrical sparks that jumped from its surface, produced a low crackling sound.
