The interrogation cell was thick with tension as Kain's eyes fluttered open, his consciousness snapping back from Pangea to reality.
Airalai lay slumped in the enchanted ropes, her face pale, sweat-streaked, and unconscious, her violet eyes closed under Bea's mental grip.
Outside the glass panel, Darius, Malzahir, Jax, and Miya leaned forward, their gazes locked on the scene, a mix of curiosity and unease etched across their faces. For most of them—Jax, Miya, and Malzahir—this was their first time witnessing the Pangea awakening ceremony from a third-party perspective. The exception being Darius, who had observed their own awakenings. The others' eyes darted between Kain's calm expression and Airalai's still form, the glowing array on her shoulder pulsing faintly with energy. The intricate lines, carved with the enchanted pen, shimmered like liquid starlight, a stark contrast to the fading beacon beneath it.
