Sitting on the floor of the training camp, legs crossed in the lotus position, Adam kept his back straight as pain coursed through his body like a restless animal looking for somewhere to bite.
His ribs, still poorly healed, protested with every deep breath, sending sharp jabs of pain through him.
Behind him, Alaric placed both hands on his back, firm and warm, a solid presence that contrasted with the internal tremor that was beginning to form.
Earlier, he had asked who would start. This time, Adam didn't hesitate to volunteer first, not out of bravery, but out of curiosity.
He wanted to understand it.
He wanted to feel the exact moment when a circle formed in his heart.
"Young master... from now on, listen carefully to my instructions."
Alaric's voice sounded too close to his ear, low and controlled. Adam felt a slight shiver run down his neck.
"Bring your mana to your heart."
Adam closed his eyes.
