Necro's steps carried him down the terrace path, the morning mist curling around his ankles like playful spirits, the dew on the grass brushing against the cuffs of his robes. The dawn was alive with subtle sounds—the distant rush of the river, the soft calls of mountain birds, the breeze slipping through pine needles.
The world felt… open.
Alive.
His senses reached into the shifting air, each breath drawing in a portion of the world's essence, the Lotus within his dantian pulsing softly in time with the beat of his heart. It was not loud, not demanding, but a quiet promise, a reminder of the path he had chosen.
The promise of evolution.
He paused at the edge of the courtyard, feeling the streams of qi in the air, the pull of the river's current beneath the cliffs, the thrum of spiritual energy beneath the earth, each resonating with the Lotus inside him.
He moved, stepping forward, the Lotus Flow Step guiding his motions.
