His fingers stilled.
"I mean, I inherited seeds just from that showdown with a corrupted god bearing the Elemental and Corruption Concepts. And Malakar's fought worse if my hunches are right. So why doesn't he have any?"
Mearie smiled. It wasn't condescending—it was proud.
"There it is," she murmured.
Luminara rested her cheek on one hand, eyes glowing softly. "You're almost right, but not quite," she said gently. "As we said before, Malakar does have divine seeds. Most of us Primordials have them."
Quinlan blinked. "… Then?"
She nodded. "He has many, in fact. He's fought gods, slain corrupted demigods, and stood amidst collapsed domains. Seeds cling to souls like that. And his soul has drawn them in."
"But they're dormant," Mearie added with a troubled expression. "Trapped. Useless."
Quinlan forruwed his brows. "Why?"
