Chapter 984 Veiled Origins

• Finneas closed the door behind him and stepped into the hush of his quarters. Moonlight seeped through the lattice window, sketching pale bars across the wooden floor.
• He set a porcelain pot on the low desk, tipped steaming amber into a cup, and waited while the rising vapor steadied his pulse.
• The Rainbow Avatar now draws only seven nascence life forces of heaven and earth. Among those seven, I'm certain there are metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and wind. But the last arc, violet—what does it stand for? Thunder, perhaps? Something even harsher? It shrugged off the binding might of a semi-immortal artifact. Whatever lives inside that tiny figure already stands beyond such treasures. Could the Avatar have been birthed by my own natural spiritual constitution?