Deep within the vast, boundless expanse of her own consciousness, Peko floated adrift in a sea of absolute, perfect silence.
The space around her was filled with hundreds of thousands of brilliant, burning stars, scattering across the endless void, each burning with its own light.
This was the Ancestral Knowledge. It was the physical manifestation of the legacy etched into her bloodline, an unfathomable library of Magecraft intricately encoded into her very being.
Every single star hanging in the dark expanse represented a unique spell, a fragment of ancient magic, or a forgotten technique.
Peko sat perfectly cross-legged in the center of the astral void with her mind unbothered by the sheer weight of the cosmos surrounding her. Her focus was entirely locked onto a massive, blindingly white star floating just a few feet before her.
She breathed in, matching her spiritual rhythm to the slow pulsation of the celestial body before her.
