The massive golden boundary of light separated the exterior reality from the interior immensity of the Vasiliou Elsemountain.
"Each of you must cross with your own power," Rosalia declared, her voice slicing through the heavy air as dense golden light spilled from the peaks above.
"Your own Provenance must prove your weight."
Thalia's Vasiliou Bloodline boiled as she seemed about to erupt, her pristine features tightening in sheer defiance!
Noah observed the spike in her biological and conceptual aggression. He made no objection to her anger, merely raising his hand to gently squeeze hers.
"Go ahead," Noah said.
Thalia looked at him before she stepped forward as the golden boundary actively resisted! It was an arduous, crushing weight as vibrant waves of her own golden Provenance flared brilliantly to push back against the rigid laws of the Elsemountain.
