The silence of the void was broken once more. After the awakening of thunder, Krish felt a rhythm in his veins that was no longer dormant. The storm inside him refused to fade.
For days—or perhaps centuries—he floated motionless, letting the faint power of thunder stabilize within him. But the void was not idle. In the absence of time, change still came.
A shift in his breathing. A current moving through his body. The airless void carried no wind, yet he felt movement stir around him. His body was the anchor, and the void itself bent.
Then it came—an invisible force swirled around him. His body trembled, light cracks forming in the space nearby. A gale rose from nothing, spiraling faster and faster. It bent his limbs, tore at his body, but instead of breaking him, it wove into his essence.
The Wind element awakened.
His arms stretched outward as he embraced it. His breathing grew steady, his chest light as if he could drift on the currents forever. His body moved not against the wind, but with it.
RC's voice vibrated, tinged with disbelief.
"Thunder and now wind. Both volatile, unstable… yet they resonate. Master, how can your body balance them without collapse?"
Krish closed his eyes, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
"Balance is not given—it's taken. I will not collapse. The void itself will bend before I do."
Lightning crackled faintly across his skin as the currents swirled tighter, harmonizing. Thunder gave him strength; wind gave him freedom.
For the first time, the void did not feel empty. It felt like his domain.
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