Lyra looked hesitantly between her mother and savior, uncertainty etched across her face.
Aengus observed her closely, sensing the conflict within her. He knew what was on her mind—her thirst for power.
"Mother, how do I get it out? I can't even feel it inside me," she asked, her voice a mixture of frustration and determination.
Amarian responded calmly, "Just meditate deeply, dear. I'm sure it will respond to your command if you focus enough."
"Oh, okay," Lyra said, nodding as she sat down cross-legged and began to concentrate. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, attempting to center herself.
Aengus waited patiently, but as time passed, it became clear that she was struggling to summon the mysterious stone. Her lack of focus and inexperience hindered her progress.
Seeing this, Aengus stepped closer and lightly touched her little head to increase her mind power.
