Grace stared in disbelief.
Eternia's body glowed softly, her white hair floating like she was underwater. Her golden eyes were fixed on the ancient entity in front of her with an expression that mixed fondness and disappointment.
"Ah, you always were dramatic," Eternia said, her voice echoing with power yet maintaining that playful lilt Grace knew all too well. "Trying to absorb my little angel? That's just rude."
The Root's tendrils recoiled from Grace's body. The chamber expanded, wood creaking and groaning as it pulled away.
"You... You abandoned us," the Root hissed. "We shaped this world together, and you cast us aside."
Eternia sighed, lowering her hand slightly.
"I didn't abandon you. I moved on to more complex designs. That's what creators do." She gestured around the chamber. "And look at you now. You've continued your purpose—shaping, growing, creating. But... you've strayed now, haven't you?"
