The Rock Tortoise lumbered forward again, its massive shell glinting faintly under the pale sunlight. Thanks to its newly evolved talent — Earth and Rock Manipulation — it moved effortlessly across the land, leaving not a single footprint behind.
Outside, Elara lingered alone, watching it go.
"No matter how many times I see it, it still feels incredible," she murmured, her slender hands resting on a jagged rock thorn that jutted from the turtle's shell. Her silver-white eyes followed the slowly receding hills and rippling earth, her mind caught between awe and disbelief.
After a while, she turned and went back inside. The moment she stepped through the door, the low hum of conversation reached her ears.
"Luciel, what's this house supposed to be for?" Mino's soft voice piped up. The rabbit-eared girl was crouched on a bench, leaning halfway across the table to peer at the parchment in front of Luciel.
