Chapter 132 Avatar of Harmony (10)
When Rinoa opened her eyes, she found herself enveloped in an unfamiliar atmosphere—not because the world had transformed, but because she no longer resonated with the essence of her former reality.
The rhythm of her existence pulsed no longer with biological beats, but instead flowed in sync with the ether that surrounded her, a gentle embrace from the minor spirits.
Her skin glimmered softly against the encompassing darkness—not a harsh glow, but a tranquil aura, reminiscent of moonlight gently caressing a serene lake, untouched and mirror-like.
The tips of her fingers occasionally left delicate traces of tiny flowers, ethereal mist, or even bursts of sound that resonated solely within the realm of spirits.
Her body temperature ebbed and flowed, reflecting the emotions of the minor spirits that danced around her. When sorrow washed over her, droplets of dew would form; in moments of tension, little sparks would flicker in her hair like fragile fireflies.
"She never asked for this change.
But that is the price of harmony. She became an open field, a sacred space where spirits and the world intertwined.
Since her awakening, the minor spirits began to manifest spontaneously. Though she could not command them fully, they remained intrinsically linked to the depths of Rinoa's emotions.
One example of a minor spirit that always appears: