Kai sat down in the middle of the small chamber, cross-legged, both eyes closed.
Slowly, he pulled his senses inward, detaching from the world around him.
Every single distraction—the cold air, the distant echo of mana from Dorian and Bryan, even the weight of the rock above—all faded into a muted hum. He focused solely on his internal body. Nothing else.
His senses were then locked on the main Primordial Lock.
It sat at his core like a dormant pit of darkness.
In order for him to create the first proper Connective Cluster that would be linked directly to his mind, he needed to abolish the crude, makeshift roots he had grown during his desperate moments when losing wasn't an option.
They were clumsy things, grown in haste, and they would only get in the way.
Normally, the process would be hazardous and brutal.
From what he read in the manual, a wrong move meant months of correction.
