Whispers of the Four Realms

Previously

…Shulk stood in the heart of her grand workshop, the air thick with the scent of ozone and something faintly floral, a bizarre but not entirely unpleasant combination. Sunlight streamed through vast, crystalline windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air like miniature sprites. Evva, her silver hair pulled back in a practical braid that still managed to look elegant, gestured excitedly towards a complex array of shimmering screens. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever recorded, Shulk,” she began, her voice a rapid-fire cadence, barely pausing for breath. “These energy signatures… they’re not natural. Not