Chapter 22: Power Conversion.
Elias, unaware that his emotional state had rippled through to his companions, continued drowning in his sorrow and despair.
Deep within his consciousness space, a shadowy orb floated silently in the void. It seemed to devour the surrounding light, drawing all brightness into itself. Inside that orb, a tiny golden dragon-shaped spirit circled lazily. Cold, proud, and ancient—this was the system. As always, it observed everything with a detached, almost scornful gaze.
"Hmph," the little dragon grunted, its voice cold and echoing within the space. "This punk... does he think shedding tears will change anything?"
Despite those harsh words, a flicker of emotion passed through the dragon’s glowing eyes.
Because he understood.
That feeling of being helpless. Of being small. Of having absolutely nothing to rely on.
Many souls had crumbled under that weight. To survive such despair was already an achievement in itself.
Not far from the orb, floating beyond a thin barrier that surrounded it, was a golden box engraved with divine runes. These runes pulsed faintly with power. Inside the box was a thumb-sized spirit—a little translucent golden figure.
It was Alia.
Right now, her tiny face was scrunched up in worry, not knowing what to do or say.
She wanted to help. Truly, she did.