After the battle, Azure leans back in his chair, hands folded thoughtfully as he gazes at the two mini-worlds before him. The Vorrans' world has quieted, but time continues to rush on for them, decades passing as he watches, each heartbeat on his end marking years in theirs.
He sighs, rubbing his temples. Scenarios keep flitting through his mind, his imagination filling in the scenes he can't directly observe: The current leader of Merlan, training his people, Vorrans practicing their prana in quiet determination, and the occasional clash with the Grimcrawlers in their resilient fight for survival. Though proud, Azure feels an itch of impatience, a sense that watching is no longer enough.
After a long silence, Azure sighs. "Nexus, is there anything I can do right now? Besides just… sitting here?"