Damon's mother's eyes widened, her gaze shifting between Damon and the small crystal in her hand. "A skill crystal? Damon, what is this?!" she gasped.
His father leaned closer, squinting at the object. "Is this some kind of game thing?" he asked, suspicious.
Damon smiled. "Sort of," he explained. "But it's more than just a game thing. This will help you adapt to the new world faster. It's a protection, a boost, and maybe a lifeline. Trust me, you'll want this."
His mother's lips parted in surprise. She was quiet for a long moment, then she smiled, her eyes soft with gratitude and pride. "You've always looked out for us, Damon. Thank you." She squeezed his hand tightly.
"It's okay. Can you just activate it? I mean, just think about activating it."
The two of them nodded and tried to do it. The next second, a wave of faint blue light pulsed out from the skill crystals in their hands, like the surface of a still pond disturbed by a single drop of water.
