That night, something miraculous occurred.
Vahn was searing cross-legged in silence, the borrowed Earth-grade manual open before him. Though he had no intention of committing his life to it, he still wished to understand how cultivation manuals functioned. Knowledge, after all, was never wasted.
He followed the manual's initial instructions, sinking into meditation. This was the fundamental step: attuning oneself to the world, breathing in rhythm, and opening the senses to the unseen flow of spirit energy.
At first, everything was normal. He was breathing slowly. His eyes were closed, mind calm as his awareness stretched outward.
Then, without warning, the air around him began to glow.
He opened his eyes in disbelief.
Spirit energy gathered in waves, condensing so thickly it resembled a glittering mist. Threads of light drifted through the air, curling and dancing as though the night itself had awakened.
His heart pounded seeing this phenomena.
This… this isn't normal.
