Valeris nodded slowly as she listened, her eyes still roaming over the array of Soul Essences suspended in the air. Each one pulsed with a unique rhythm—some wild and chaotic, others steady like ancient lullabies. The air was thick with spiritual weight, almost reverent in nature.
"So…" she asked softly, turning to him. "Can you even tell… which one would suit you? Or me?"
Asher didn't answer immediately. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting the Absolute Appraisal guide his senses. When he opened them, they glowed with quiet authority.
"Yes," he said with certainty, lifting a hand and pointing toward a particular orb near the edge of the chamber.
It shimmered with constantly shifting hues—crimson and silver, sometimes black, sometimes clear. The shape within it moved like a shadow, coiling and uncoiling, restless but deliberate.
