Sam took his time and considered his answer very well before voicing it.
"Either you create one yourself, or steal it from someone who already did."
Selene didn't offer a comment and continued applying pressure, her smile unfaltering. He wondered if his answer was lacking, but in the end, all he could do was wait for her evaluation.
"You're mostly correct."
Heaving a sigh, the mysterious woman snapped her fingers. Just as he began to wonder what she had done, the nearly empty cups in front of them were refilled. Raising hers with graceful movements, she drank some of the golden brown brew before placing it down.
"Primordials are strange beings." She spoke. "Though they possess the power to rule over the residents of their Realms, most choose to wander the planes without a care. The only time they show interest in anything is when a great number of Souls is harvested. In the end their hunger for Aether is the only thing that sways their thoughts."
