The vibration within Elior’s soul began like a faint tremor, so soft that it almost blended with the thundering beat of his struggling heart. At first he thought it was simply the exhaustion of battle, the lingering tremor from being pushed repeatedly to the edge of death by the wounded but still terrifying Sixth Realm panther. But the trembling inside him did not fade. It grew sharper. Stronger. More insistent. As if something ancient and overwhelming had been waiting for the right moment and was now pushing through the walls of his soul with impossible force. Elior staggered in the ruined clearing, barely managing to keep his footing. His chest rose and fell with rough, uneven breaths. His vision flashed with a faint golden light. The panther, its body sliced open and barely held together, watched him with cold hatred. Even in its dying state, the beast sensed the unnatural shift around him. Its instincts told it that the prey before it was becoming something dangerous, something un

The vibration within Elior’s soul began like a faint tremor, so soft that it almost blended with the thundering beat of his struggling heart. At first he thought it was simply the exhaustion of battle, the lingering tremor from being pushed repeatedly to the edge of death by the wounded but still terrifying Sixth Realm panther. But the trembling inside him did not fade. It grew sharper. Stronger. More insistent. As if something ancient and overwhelming had been waiting for the right moment and was now pushing through the walls of his soul with impossible force. Elior staggered in the ruined clearing, barely managing to keep his footing. His chest rose and fell with rough, uneven breaths. His vision flashed with a faint golden light. The panther, its body sliced open and barely held together, watched him with cold hatred. Even in its dying state, the beast sensed the unnatural shift around him. Its instincts told it that the prey before it was becoming something dangerous, something un

Morning settled gently over the forest, though inside the cave the light came in only as a soft glow, barely enough to outline the rough stone walls and the faint patterns carved by time. Elior stirred slowly as awareness returned to him. His body no longer throbbed with the violent pain of yesterday. Instead, there was only a dull lingering ache around his ribs and shoulders, like old bruises stubbornly refusing to fade. He sat up with a long breath, running his fingers across his arm, surprised by how steady he felt. The Primordial essence continued circulating inside him, smooth and natural, following the same revolving rhythm the Book of Laws had guided through his body while he slept. It had repaired him far more efficiently than he expected, and it moved so fluidly he could still feel the phantom sensation of its path through his meridians.His senses were sharper too. Every sound in the cave echoed clearly in his mind. The soft dripping of water. The slight rustle of leaves fro

Elior stepped out of the cave with a steady breath, the soft light of the forest morning brushing over his face as if welcoming him back into the world after everything that had reshaped him in these few days. His body was still warm with the lingering remnants of the breakthrough he had achieved after swallowing the core, every muscle humming with quiet strength, every thread of essence in his veins smoother and purer than before, as though the primordial energy was polishing him from the inside with every movement. Kavi slipped out beside him, cheerful again now that Elior was no longer lying half dead on the cave floor, the little monkey hopping from rock to rock and occasionally circling back to tap his leg as if asking whether they were going to find more adventure. Elior exhaled slowly and began walking, each step measured, each breath calm, the swirling essence within him steady and refined. Around them the forest rustled softly with distant chirps and shifting leaves, and Eli

The forest seemed to exhale after the chaos, as though it had been holding its breath during the battle. The bandits, their cries fading into the distance, disappeared over the hills, leaving behind a trail of broken branches and scattered weapons. The air was still, but heavy with tension the kind of silence that follows a storm, where every leaf and gust of wind feels like it could carry danger. Elior stood slightly apart from the caravan, one hand resting lightly on Kavi’s head, the other brushing stray dust from his robes. His senses, honed through years of training and his Law Awareness, still flickered across the clearing, scanning for lingering threats.The caravan guards emerged from their hiding, cautious but alive, eyes wide in disbelief. Their hands, still gripping the hilts of swords, trembled slightly as they approached Elior. Merchants peeked from behind the wagons, some faces pale with shock, others wide with a mixture of fear and awe. Whispers ran through the crowd, th