In the blue sky of Zane's island aburptly cutting from the endless no-where,
The air on the island shimmered faintly with colors that didn't exist in any world, Zane stood quietly within one of his vast forge.
On the table before him rested four dull, broken fragments of the once radiant pearl — the remnants of a powerful system artifact, now dim and lifeless.
Beside him hovered a small blue holographic figure, projected from his technowatch.
Eira floated there, her light flickering softly as she looked at the shattered pieces in silence.
Her voice finally broke the quiet.
"A… unique system?" she asked, still sounding unsure.
Zane's calm gaze remained fixed on the fragments.
"Yes," he replied simply.
He lifted one of the pieces with his telekinesis , letting it float higher as faint ripples of light gathered around his hand.
"When you weren't here — during my creation arc — I made a lot of things."
He spoke casually, as if mentioning something ordinary.
