On a lone floating islet, its surface baked to a dry crust and stripped of life, a single stone staff hovered in the air.
It quivered once, burst into blinding light, and when the glare fell away, a figure stood beside it.
His hair was a wild, winter white, bright as fresh snow and seeming to glow without a source. His eyes were a deep, open sky with slow clouds drifting through, like sentries on a quiet patrol.
A small, satisfied smile touched his lips as he reached out and closed his hand around the staff.
"And with this, I've used all 4 charges," Adyr spoke softly, content, then glanced over the Tower of Worth's description one last time.
[Next Weighing: 100 days]
After he restored the staff using his 4 bloodline talents—Gaze, Presence, Malice, and Grace—the cycle time in its description dropped to 100 days.
