Simon remained motionless as his mind recalled the word Sonya just mentioned.
Terra.
His affinity stirred at the name. The stones in his hands, the broken platform, even the dust around his feet suddenly felt closer.
He reached toward that feeling, briefly forgetting the difference between his badly formed sphere and Sonya's.
There was something beneath the familiar response. Something he had been touching without properly recognising.
For a moment, he wondered how he had failed to notice it.
Beside him, Ammor stared at the ground.
"Terra…" he whispered.
His fingers loosened around his own stone.
On the terrace, Black Mountain's eyes widened.
"I see… No wonder."
Golden Tyrant turned toward him.
"But how?"
His gaze fixed on Sonya. Before Golden Tyrant could ask what he meant, he vanished.
Simon's thoughts were interrupted by a figure appearing among them.
