The Leminan Hollow stretched before her like a sunken cathedral of crystal and bone. The air shimmered faintly, heavy with ether residue that clung to the moss-covered spires jutting from the ground like frozen lightning. Strange flora pulsed faintly with energy—ether-lilies opening and closing like slow heartbeats. The ruined city was slowly being overtaken by an exotic and strange nature.

Lucia Elowen stepped carefully over the uneven ground, her petite frame wrapped in the cool glow of the hollow’s bioluminescence. Her silvery-blue hair fell in a soft side-swept curtain, catching the faint teal reflections around her horns—sleek, black, and curling upward in gentle arcs. Goat-like ears twitched at every echo, their silver piercings glinting faintly when she moved.

Stars above, it’s even more magnificent than the archives said... the ether concentration’s fluctuating, aye, and the flora—by the looks o’ it—they’re sensitive to sound! I should jot that down. In her hands, a big book full of beautiful drawings sees a new addition. Her hands are fast and practiced, the sketch is precise down to the details.

Lucia raised her wrist, activating a small recorder: “Right then... entry seventy-two, Leminan Hollow sector five. Current ether density: volatile, fluctuating by three-point-two percent per minute. Possible connection tae… och—wait, wait!” she chirped, noticing sudden movement in the distance.