"Is such power really allowed in a Fourth Ordeal?" Tim couldn't help but ask the flower woman with a voice trembling with palpable distress. "Do the Oracle and Aurae really allow such disruptive, unfair forces to exist? How are we normal Players supposed to survive in the midst of all these monsters?"
Perhaps because she was aware that he was still a child, Prysm's cold face softened and one of the flowers on her shoulder gown bloomed, releasing a puff of invisible pollen. The teenager breathed in some of it unknowingly, and his face, which had been racked with anxiety and apprehension, instantly relaxed.
The other Myrtharian Nerds may have been more cool-headed, but deep inside what they were feeling wasn't that different from Tim, Jake included. Breathing in the pollen, their worries vanished for a while.
In fact, even Prysm breathed in some of her own pollen to soothe her nerves like an addict. If Peter, may he rest in peace, had been there he would have been delighted.
