"Haaah… So much time has passed…" Mearie sighed heavily, worry etched deep across her flawless, primordial features. Her gaze flicked—yet again—toward the towering monument in the distance. For the hundredth time in the past minute, her son remained absent.
"Quinnie must be struggling so badly! And here we sit, useless! That damned creature must've given him a too harsh trial!" Luminara seethed, her delicate elven features twisted in barely-contained rage. If the Soul Records were within arm's reach, the elven mother, the one titled 'Primordial Nurturer,' would've already tried to strangle it by now.
… Or at least sent an incredible amount of disapproving gazes in its direction, like a mother who hated a decision her son's homeroom teacher had made and was more than happy to articulate her thoughts.
The fact that Primordial Trials often lasted months, sometimes years if not decades or more, didn't concern either of their motherly brains in the slightest.
