At the Enerath Clan, inside the birth pool cave. Nyxander setting across the birth pool, his hands stretched forward and leg cross on the other, like a silent statue carved by time itself. The layers of energy exchanging between the Nyxander and the pool, started to slow down and gradually fading away, like retreating tides after a restless storm. Nyxander eyelids started raising as he took a deep breath and exhaled, steam rushing out of his breath like mist escaping a hidden furnace. " Everything exits a state of matter." Nyxander raised his right hand, opened, "gas." Hot air from the surroundings in from of tiny white hair, started gathering above his hand, swirling gently like wandering clouds answering a silent call.
