The air in Kaelen's chambers at the Crimson Mountain Sect was thick with the scent of pine and polished stone. She sat in a simple lotus position on a meditation mat, a tiny point of light, Lumie, resting on her shoulder. Her consciousness was deep within her spiritual sea, a vast, swirling nebula of potential energy that was currently dormant. This was her crucible, her chance to follow the path Elias had laid out for her.