"What kind of family were you born into?".
Merin's voice cracked across the silence like a whip. She stood across from Zephyr, the diagram clutched in one hand, her other clenched into a trembling fist. Her anger was wild
"Does morality not exist in your clan, what kind of hate does it take to do this to a child?".
She was staring at the internal scan— his request, the moment he'd woken up. He had wanted to know what they had turned him into.
And the answer was... devastating.
"Look at your Hearth," she said through clenched teeth, slamming the diagram onto the table between them.
In normal humans, the Aether Hearth was a simple organ— the heart, but evolved. An evolution that was dedicated solely to drawing in and circulating Aether. An advancement in realm increases the amount of Aether heart in the body.
Zephyr had nine.
