Chapter 95: All grown up
In the pitch-black room, there was no light. Nothing but the void that was darkness.
Yet from the farthest corner, a soft, ghostly glow pulsed—a faint lump of lavender light hovering in the dark like a dying star.
It was hair. Zephyr’s hair.
The glowing strands shimmered faintly with hues of silver, and just beneath them, two lavender orbs rippled with concentric circles, reacting to every subtle movement of his body. Every tilt of his head left behind twin trails of spectral light—like color given weight, like lavender color given substance.
His hand moved in a blur across the parchment before him, fingers deftly guiding the sealing brush with precision. The brushstroke was smooth, confident, and alive. A soft sheen of pale lavender Aether coated his hand, and if one looked closely, they’d see it—thin, silken threads of energy flowing from his fingertips, through the brush, and into the symbols.
Each glyph he etched came to life for a moment, glowing brightly in lavender before turning pitch black.
"Done."
The word slipped out, husky and low. Zephyr’s voice had long since shed the awkwardness of his fifteen-year-old self. He was sixteen now—and his voice carried the weight of everything he’d endured in the past year.
So much had changed.
First and foremost, he had mastered the art of weaving and sealing.
He could now create Hollow Arts— not modified but created from scratch. He was now a master of sealing.