Chapter 42: The Creation of Sona
Adam stood motionless, his eyes fixated on the pulsating purple window that had appeared before him, beckoning him with a message:
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"Would you like to teach your creation, the Psychic Spirit, your language?"
Yes / No
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The moment he read the words, he clicked 'Yes' without a second thought.
Instantly, a surge of energy flowed from him—a smaller, less exhausting burst compared to the wave he'd experienced when he first created the Psychic Spirit.
As the last of the energy dissipated, Adam observed the transformation taking place before his eyes.
The Psychic Spirit's eyes, previously dormant, glowed with a brilliant gold hue. She slowly closed them, as though absorbing something profound, and then, almost ceremoniously, reopened them.
Her gaze was steady and curious as she looked at Adam, and then she spoke in a soft, almost hesitant voice, "Who am I?"
Adam's heart momentarily skipped a beat. The scene evoked memories of Pratham's first moments, the questions he had asked as he sought to understand his purpose.