Ashanti swallowed and nodded.
She stepped forward until the tips of her boots hovered just shy of the cliff's edge, the ocean yawning beneath her like a living abyss. The wind pulled at her hair and wings, carrying with it the deep, rhythmic pulse of mana that rolled endlessly beneath the waves.
Jax took a single step back, giving her space without withdrawing his presence.
"Slow," he said calmly, "You don't need force. Think of it like… asking. The mana is yours to control,"
Ashanti closed her eyes beneath the silvery band.
She inhaled and then exhaled, her mana shifting constantly.
At first, it was subtle, tendrils of pressure extending outward, probing, brushing against the surface of the sea like invisible fingers. The water below reacted instantly. Ripples widened into spirals, currents bending unnaturally as something vast stirred beneath.
"I feel one," she said softly. "It's… curious. I....I can sense its emotions once my mana comes into contact with it," Ashanti said.
