Be Still.

Golden strands of light, remnants of the cocoon connections, writhed violently through the storm like frenzied serpents, searching desperately for stability but finding none. They crackled and hissed, twisting in the chaos before latching onto Ethan's body. The moment they connected, a surge of raw energy erupted into him, a torrent of unrestrained power that burned through his veins like molten fire. His body jolted as if struck by lightning, every fiber of his being ignited with a searing intensity. The alchemic runes across his skin flared brilliantly, pulsing in tandem with the energy coursing through him.

Through the storm, Ethan's gaze sharpened, cutting through the haze of power and chaos. His eyes locked onto the figures emerging from the shattered cocoons, their forms becoming clear amidst the swirling energies.