The entity stood still for a while, unmoving. Its eyes were still fixed on Ravien, but there was no longer any focus in them—it was lost in thought.
The memories that had surged into its mind the moment it touched its forehead were still swirling, gradually taking form.
It opened its left palm. The fingers flexed and relaxed slightly. A faint vibration emerged in the center of its hand, growing steadily into a rhythmic pulse.
Its face showed no expression; only the eyes remained locked onto the trembling point.
"Capacity, huh…" it murmured in a low voice.
"So this is how it's used."
The vibration intensified. First came a thin, steady light. Then, it curled inward, narrowed, and grew denser. Colors flickered briefly, then dimmed out.
Eventually, a dark sphere formed at the center of the palm—it didn't emit light; on the contrary, it absorbed the light around it. It was a stagnant void, pulling shadows inward toward itself.
