Until now, Asher's aura had been sealed.
Hidden.
For all the Spiremaster's awareness, Asher had been just another powerful outsider.
But the moment he offered that drop of blood…
The aura of Volarisa bloomed.
It was faint, but ancient. Familiar.
And unmistakably pure.
The Spiremaster narrowed his eyes slightly.
'So, you're from her… the one my sister was asking about.'
His lips didn't move. No one in the crowd saw a flicker of change. But a thought settled into place.
'Perhaps… I could help him return home.'
He said nothing aloud.
Not yet.
But the path had shifted.
And Asher's return to Volarisa—the world that once gave him a second life, the world he had been searching for all this time—was now finally within reach.
Unknown to him, a way home had quietly revealed itself.
'Let's speak to him later,' the Spiremaster—no, the Will of the World—thought.
