Chapter 66 - 65 - The Violet Dawn of a Chosen
As if the crystal possessed a will of its own, the floating dodecahedral prism began to pulse slowly, releasing faint rhythmic light. The moment Mira’s bloodied palm touched its surface, the crystal reacted instantly.
The soft glow intensified, and the prism’s surface trembled slightly. Veins of light traced along its edges, flowing like living currents. Blood from Mira’s hand was drawn in, absorbed into the core of the prism like a stream of deep crimson.
Mira flinched.
Instinctively, she pulled her hand back a little, but she didn’t let go. Her eyes remained fixed on her palm, watching as the blood continued to flow into the crystal, unstoppable and precise.
A flicker of panic rose in her chest. She turned to Lyrienne, looking for answers. But the noblewoman remained silent, her calm gaze locked on the prism. Her expression alone was enough to assure Mira that everything was going according to plan.
Slowly, the fear began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of wonder.
After a few seconds, the blood flow stopped. Then the prism began to shift.
The blood inside did not vanish. Instead, it started to swirl, forming a miniature vortex as though reacting to some unseen alchemical force.
A red light emerged from deep within the prism.
"Red means Dull," Ashtoria said quietly, her voice steady and composed. "It’s only the beginning. The prism will continue changing until it finds the color that best reflects her nature."
Riven stood behind Mira, holding his breath. His eyes never left the crystal, as if he could determine his sister’s future by the pattern of its glow.
The red began to fade.