Jemima wished the ground would swallow whole, never had felt such unbearable embarrassment. Jhaelyn drew a deep breath, lifted eyes to Jared, and though shy, spoke with steady resolve. “If it helps everyone… I’m willing…”

Seeing Jhaelyn agree, Jemima bit lip and gave a tiny nod, burying head even lower. Jared said no more. One fingertip traced the center of his brow, and golden light from the Pentacarna Tower flared, enveloping all three of them.

By the time Flaxseed‘s laughter faded, they were standing in the tower‘s inner hall.

The spiritual energy here was a hundred times denser than outside. Celestial gems littered the floor, glowing softly, and a bed in the center was layered with a millennium-old warm emerald that nourished the soul on its own.

“Don’t be afraid…” Jared clasped their hands, warmth from the Golden Dragon Bloodline pouring through his palm. “Relax your minds. Let your spiritual energy follow mine…”

Eyes closed, the women felt that golden warmth flow slowly into their bodies.

At first they tensed, but when the stream touched the hidden injuries in their meridians, a delicious numbness spread, and their bodies gradually relaxed.