“Good point.” Quylla nodded. “Ryla, you are next.”

The Fomor touched the crystal case, obtaining the diagnosis she expected. Only the projection of her life force surprised her.

It also looked like a colossus made, but comprised only of lego bricks and an erector set’s pieces of six different colors. On top of that, unlike Urhen, the elements coursing through Ryla’s life force overlapped in multiple points, forming thin emerald streaks across a few blocks.

Yet the overall flow was jagged and irregular, and the elements more often than not clashed instead of harmonizing with each other. The violent conflict between the elements strained the Fomor’s life force and drained her mana.

On top of that, Ryla had six elemental spheres at the level of her physical eyes and two whirlpools on her back. At the zenith of their expansion, however, the vortices’ upper part almost split into two for a brief moment before collapsing into one again.

“What does this mean?” Urhen and Ryla pointed at the whirlpools.

“Off the top of my head, that Ryla is closer to Awakening than you, Urhen.” Quylla replied. “A Balor and a Fomor both gain multiple sets of wings upon Awakening.”