"Hey," I said, my voice low. "It's happening again. That feeling... like something's building up inside."
Zephyr's gaze sharpened immediately. He stepped closer, his tone calm but alert. "Then we don't have much time. Your Locus is still forming."
"The Locus. That's… the core of everything, right?" I guessed, thinking it might be an aura core or something similar.
Zephyr nodded. "Right, but it's more than a core. It's your resonance origin. The place where your aura first pulses into existence and takes shape. Loci act like inner furnaces or aura engines. They anchor your aura and decide how it flows and evolves."
He knelt beside me, drawing a simple circular pattern onto the ground with his saber. "They aren't always in the same place for everyone. They form where one's soul and body most align. For some, that's the heart. Others, the spine. And some… It's their very breath."
I stayed silent, watching him draw interlocking rings into the floor.
