Night had fallen over the troll village. The moon hung high above the clouds, its pale light spilling across the mountains and forests that surrounded the land. The air was cool, and a faint mist clung to the ground, glowing faintly under the moonlight. The trolls had already fallen into deep slumber, their massive bodies snoring in rhythm like distant thunder.
Inside a small tent near the center of the village, the little rabbit lay curled within soft furs. He had finally decided to rest, his small body trembling slightly from exhaustion after the long day of exploration and confusion. Yet even in his rest, something stirred within him.
The lion's spirit — ancient and mighty — lingered deep inside his soul, its golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of the rabbit's inner world.
> "You have potential, little one," the lion's voice echoed within his mind, calm but filled with authority.
"I will lend you one of my abilities — Mental Transference. Through it, I shall awaken within you the art of devouring."
A golden light enveloped the rabbit's body as invisible symbols appeared above his soul. Threads of ethereal energy connected him to the lion's form — a bridge between mortal and celestial beast.
> "With this," the lion continued, "you shall consume the magic, the very essence of the world around you. The air itself will become your feast."
The transfer completed with a low hum that resonated through the tent. The rabbit's breathing steadied, and a faint aura surrounded him — soft at first, then growing stronger, as if the world itself recognized his awakening. The very Mana in the air trembled, swirling toward him like invisible mist, sinking into his fur and bones.
By the time dawn arrived, the entire tent shimmered faintly with energy.
When the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the rabbit stirred and stepped outside. The trolls who were awake turned to look at him — their dull eyes reflecting something they didn't understand. Power. Change. Life.
Every step the rabbit took left a faint shimmer upon the ground. Where his paws touched, dry grass brightened to a vibrant green, flowers bloomed where none had before, and even the air grew warmer. The land itself responded to his presence.
The lion's voice spoke once more, softer now, as if fading into slumber.
> "Do not forget, little one. Power draws attention… and the heavens are already watching."
The rabbit looked toward the horizon, the rising sun gleaming in his eyes. He didn't know it yet, but his very existence had already disturbed forces far beyond the mortal realm — and his journey had only just begun.