Ash sat relaxed on the grass by the lake, one arm resting on his knee as he watched the water.
His simple presence already had an effect — the once-calm lake was now teeming with life.
Fish of all sizes and colors swam in dense schools, and deeper in the endless ocean that flowed through the Origin Realm's cosmos, new creatures were being born at an unnatural rate, drawn into existence simply because he was here.
Kaelthyr reeled in another massive fish with a satisfied grunt, glancing at Ash from the corner of his eye.
Ash, as he had mentioned, wasn't here to fish in the slightest.
He had come to wrap up some business he'd started not too long ago—business that involved immortalizing his readers and granting them a fully sentient race for the future.
With an easy, almost absent-minded gesture, he waved his hand, and three figures appeared before him, suspended in the air, perfectly still.
