The second cycle of training had just begun when Kirx—the lesser demon I had summoned—raised his hand, his face still forced upright by the 30x gravity.
"My Lord,anchor? Why do we call it an anchor?"
The hall was silent. Even the clink of Selena's halberd was restraining itself. I turned to Noa Genesis—the gem on the back of his hand throbbing softly.
"Good. Questions are rewarded with answers," I said. I patted the air; the circular rune in the center of the floor lit up, projecting the image of your body, your true name, and your Domain—three normally invisible silhouettes.
"Listen carefully. The anchor is the knot that binds these three together: your body (vessel), your name (identity), and your Domain (domain). We don't call it a core because it's just a battery. We don't call it a heart because it's an organ. We use the anchor because its function is to keep you from being swept away when a magical storm comes."
