Ethan took a few steps forward and slowly extended a finger, reaching for a wisp of energy floating in the air.
The instant his fingertip touched it, the surrounding power reacted.
In that split second, the energies that had been scattered everywhere—quietly drifting—moved as if they'd suddenly recognized their rightful master, surging toward Ethan in unison.
It wasn't a slow flow.
It came fast—thread after thread, layer after layer—until a dense energy whirlpool formed around him in the blink of an eye.
And the change was even more obvious on Feylora and the others.
As that power poured in, a pale pink crystal began to condense on Feylora's forehead, bit by bit.
It wasn't large, but it was unnaturally clear. Inside it, energy flowed slowly like liquid.
The other Fairies showed similar changes.
Only their core gems were different colors—light gold, pale green, some with a cold white sheen.
