The forest had gone quiet again.
A light breeze passed through, ruffling Kael's hair as he stood, lost in thought.
The lingering shimmer of Ronan's mana still hung faintly in the air—like smoke after a fire.
"Alright," Kael murmured, rolling his shoulders. "That'll do."
He gave the wolfman a small nod. "You can head back. I'll be fine here."
Ronan bowed slightly, still feeling the aftertaste of his breathing technique. "Understood, Lord Kael."
And with that, he left, his heavy footsteps fading into the forest's hum.
For a moment, Kael merely stood there, hands in his pockets, golden eyes scanning the clearing.
The mana here felt different now—alive, almost responding to his heartbeat. He let out a quiet chuckle.
"So," he said softly to himself, "what exactly am I using?"
Now that he knew how the breathing technique worked, Kael was curious to learn about the type of breathing technique he had or if he powered up like beasts by eating the cores of other creatures.
