Seraphina looked down at the rough, colourless marble-like core resting in her palm.
The faint, dark colour it had earlier had vanished, and it looked lifeless right now. Even the faint pull she had felt from it had gone away.
She rolled it slowly between her fingers for a second.
"I felt something," she muttered softly, remembering the strange feeling she experienced while absorbing the core.
Her voice carried a thoughtful tone as she tried to grasp a sensation that had already slipped away from her.
She had felt it.
Mana.
The strange sensation of energy travelling through her body.
She tried to get that feeling again, as she closed her eyes for a moment.
She didn't have a problem with focusing, since she had been doing something like this for years.
Reminiscing about her son in the mental facility for hours, spending countless days as she blankly stared at the wall, as if it were a projector showing her those memories.
That had been her usual routine for years.
