Rhys blinked, surprised by her words. "The old sea?" he repeated.
Lyra nodded slowly, her glowing eyes still fixed on him. "Yes. The new seas today feel quiet—their mana is weaker and shallow. But you…" she paused, squinting slightly as if she could see through him, "…you carry the depth of the ancient tides. The kind that once sang to the moons."
Caria frowned in confusion. "The moons?"
Lyra nodded again, her voice soft but sure. "There used to be three moons. Their songs guided the waters, the tides, and even the flow of mana. But now, that melody has been lost."
Sophia folded her arms. "You're saying he's connected to that? To the ancient seas?"
"I don't know for sure," Lyra said, pressing a hand over her heart. "But when I look at him, I feel something familiar. Like the ocean inside him remembers something my own has long forgotten."
