"A Golden Carp? What kind of fish is that?" Marcus asked, leaning closer as Lily reached into her inventory. "Is it actually powerful?"
Instead of answering right away, Lily smiled and pulled out a small, star-shaped creature. "Look at this first. This is a Prismatic Starfish."
The starfish rested in her palm, its center a clean, snowy white. Each of its five points glowed with a different color, red, black, blue, purple, and yellow, the hues so vivid they almost seemed alive, faintly pulsing as if breathing.
"They're born completely white," Lily explained, clearly enjoying his curiosity. "Every hundred years, they shed a layer of their outer shell, and one point changes color. It takes five hundred years for them to reach this stage, where all five points have transformed and formed this full star pattern."
Marcus carefully took the creature from her hand. As soon as he did, a familiar prompt appeared in his vision.
Prismatic Starfish
