Chapter 12: The Echo’s Insanity
The orb hummed in response to Nezethar's words, its aether randomly jolting out.
Rowan instantly threw his arm back as a stray streak brushed against and attached to his skin, his eyes closed.
But when he'd opened his eyes to check his hand he found no signs of burnt skin, only met with the harmonic buzz that seemed to awaken his skin, purple aether emboldening his fingers.
"Hah, well you aren't as volatile as I thought," he said under his breath, reaching his hand out again with full intention of making contact.
The electric tendrils shot out and connected his hand and the orb, but there was no pain, no discomfort. Just a warm feeling like snuggling up against something warm.
"Well, aren't you having fun?" Nezethar smiled, wagging her finger in a circular motion as she replanted her right foot over her left. "You know, if the orb thought you were a bad person, it would've reduced you to ash."
Rowan's warm expression was cooled instantly, his eyebrows furrowed with surprise.
"Wait, are you serious?" He yelled, snatching his hand away from the orb. But the orb resisted, pulling it back to retain contact.
"Hah ha ha, it looks like it really likes you!" She said, almost patronizingly laughing in his face. "And yes, the Eye of Chrona is sentient and fully capable of independent thought; Perhaps more than you and I."
The Eye let out two bright buzzes, its aether surging even brighter both times. Afterwards, it released its hold over Rowan, allowing his hand to plop free.
Rowan scanned it for injury once again while grabbing his wrist, his grit teeth's clattering slowing as he saw the purple aura enshroud his hand and slowly disappear.