"Like the eye of a hurricane," Sir Reginauld finished, setting aside his own weapon.
"Calm at the centre, but with tremendous power spinning around it. That is your aura core, young man. You've awakened what every true warrior seeks."
Jaenor sat heavily on a nearby bench, overwhelmed by the sensation of completeness that filled him. The core wasn't just a source of power—it was a point of perfect balance, a place of absolute certainty from which all action could flow. He could feel his aura responding to his will now, not as a foreign force to be wrestled into submission, but as a natural extension of his own body.
"The technique you just executed," Sir Reginauld continued, settling beside him, "required you to read your opponent's intentions and respond to attacks that had not yet fully developed. That level of awareness, that perfect integration of mind and body—it's only possible when the core is properly established."
