If it was any other situation, the look on Miranda's face would have broken Aether into a fit of laughter.
"Come again?" She said after looked at him as if she'd seen a ghost. "What did you just say?"
"The Orb." Aether repeated. "Can't we create on here? How difficult can it be?"
Miranda blinked once, then again. "Hmmm…" She approached him and placed her hand on his forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Why in the name of all that's sacred would you even consider trying to create an Orb?"
Aether rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't know, let's see… Maybe because the one we have is dying?" he folded his arms. "Look, just tell me. It is possible or not?"
Miranda pursed her lips. "You are out of your mind."
"Is it possible or not, Miranda?" Aether insisted. She was right, if the orb died, life as they know it would cease. An era of despair would begin. For the weak and strong, it was the worst possible scenario. Or, at least, one of the worst.
