Chapter 85 : Formation

The morning air was cool and slightly damp, filled with the earthy scents typical of Vollua at dawn. Golden rays pierced through the foliage of the Mother Tree, caressing the ground of mosses and roots with silent tenderness. Birds were already singing between the upper branches, unaware of the heavy responsibilities about to fall on a child like no other.

Foster walked slowly, arms crossed behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, but his mind focused on something much closer: the time had come to train Orëlas.

Since his return with the mana fruits, the child had grown even more, especially mentally. He was talking more, observing everything with adult concentration. He asked precise questions, sometimes disturbing in their lucidity. He didn't often laugh, but sometimes smiled so sweetly and sincerely that it was almost painful. Foster could see him, feel what he was becoming.

He was not a child like the others.