Orion took a deep breath, steadying himself. His heart pounded softly in his chest, each beat resonating with a sense of anticipation mixed with hesitation.
He glanced towards Tinkerer, meeting the wise yet unreadable expression on the man's face.
"What if I choose a Mythical Element?" Orion asked quietly, his voice steady, yet carrying a subtle tremor of excitement and uncertainty.
Tinkerer's smile deepened slowly, spreading into a gentle chuckle. The Librarian's eyes sparkled, revealing a mixture of admiration and subtle amusement. "Ask yourself this, young Primus, are you truly powerful enough to withstand that knowledge? Or the test that inevitably follows such a choice?"
Orion's brows knitted slightly, his thoughts whirling briefly in deep contemplation. He understood the gravity hidden within Tinkerer's casual tone.
He was no fool; Mythical Elements represented forces that even the most powerful beings struggled to grasp, let alone master.
