The islanders, sensing Michael's unique resonance with Lian Yu's deeper energies, shared their ancient legends. They spoke of a primal nexus of power hidden within the island's volcanic core, a source that predated even the Shadowed Hand's twisted arrival. They believed Michael's survival, his strange abilities, were intrinsically linked to this ancient heart. Guided by Keahi and a stoic elder named Kanoa, Michael ventured into the island's depths, following winding tunnels that smelled of sulfur and whispered with an ancient energy. They finally reached a vast, subterranean cavern, the air thrumming with raw power, the very rock beneath their feet vibrating with an almost sentient energy. Michael felt an immediate, visceral connection, his own abilities surging in response. He understood then that the island wasn't just a prison or a training ground; it was a wellspring of power, waiting to be tapped.
Days turned into weeks as Michael explored the cavern, meditating in the pulsating energy, feeling the ancient echoes of the island's power resonating within him. Kanoa, observing his progress, had remarked dryly, "The island seems… fond of your disruptive tendencies." Keahi, more thoughtfully, had added, "The power here is a double-edged blade, child. It can heal, but it can also corrupt. Choose your path wisely." Michael, staring into the swirling vortex of energy at the cavern's center, had muttered, "Well, my usual path involves a healthy dose of sarcasm and avoiding homicidal cultists. Let's see where this new detour takes me." He began to truly understand the potential within him, a force both terrifying and exhilarating.