Emrys's mother left. It had been a day since she departed, and Emrys could still feel the lingering warmth of her presence. After she was gone, the house felt emptier and quieter. Other than him, no other soul could be felt in the house.
Of course, Emrys had no idea whether Elysia was still there or not. He could not sense her at all.
That night, Emrys went to bed with a heavy heart, his mind racing with confusion, questions, and uncertainty. He couldn't stop wondering why he had awakened a Spatial-attributed Soul Mark instead of Ice or Lightning. Despite his relentless pondering, he always arrived at the same conclusion: it must have been due to the Multicolored Orb or his transmigration.
Eventually, he drifted into a restless sleep.
The next morning, Emrys woke up early as the first light of dawn filtered through his window. He stretched and got out of bed. Then he dressed quickly and stepped outside.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!