That alone might have given them an edge against the divines and brought stability to their realm.
Unfortunately, for whatever reason, Iyriath Zi'ria chose not to provide any further explanation.
"Let us begin," Iyriath Zi'ria said.
Orion signified he was ready with a nod.
Boom!!
Suddenly, the White Flame ignited on the Morphic Puppet.
It burned fiercely.
The Vylkr Armour no longer resisted the scorching flames. Its sleek, inky-black, scaled surface was soon engulfed in blazing fire.
After a few seconds, Orion felt a warm sensation spread across his body and saw that he, too, was now burning with the White Flame.
Yet, it did not harm him. Instead, a soothing coolness spread through every fibre of his being.
After eight years, Orion felt a shift in his consciousness. He realised he had regained the ability to sense the outside world from within the cocoon.
He sighed in relief, sensing that everything outside was still intact.
