Before Eloda could say anything, Jolthar took a deep breath and stepped into the pool of essence. The liquid glimmered with an unearthly glow, swirling with faint patterns of silver and gold, as though the light of countless stars had been distilled into a liquid form.
The moment his foot touched the surface, the energy rippled outward, reacting to his presence. As soon as he immersed himself, the essence surged around him like a sentient force, wrapping his body in its embrace.
Jolthar's body tensed as he gasped. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt—an overwhelming mix of heat, pressure, and something indefinable, as though the very fabric of his being was being unravelled and rewoven.
