TBATE: The Rook

A side for what I thought about yesterday, people must refine their cores because when they awaken, they bring with them impurities such as blood and so on.

The levels are Black, red, orange, yellow, silver and finally white, this being the most powerful. However, it is not so simple because each color has divisions, for example, dark orange, solid orange, and light orange.

The last two levels are simply divided into two sections, possibly because they are more difficult to purify.

I closed my eyes and meditate , trying to feel the mana fragments scattered throughout my body. After a while... there it is! I could sense them. 

It was a strange sensation, as if I became suddenly aware of something in myself that I was previously unaware of. I did not meditate frequently, but having precise control over my thoughts to clear my mind served me well. Right now, I'm working on moving the little bits of mana into my sternum to start forming my core. It was more difficult than I anticipated. Those small pieces that appeared to contain mysterious energy floated slowly.

Despite the fact that I could almost instinctively feel them, I couldn't see them. The magic was possibly a particle; the people know of its presence but are unaware of it, and we cannot feel it unless we conduct a proper experiment to confirm its existence. Only in this case have humans evolved to take advantage of this particle. Or was it more akin to a molecule? , it should be able to manipulate other molecules to its advantage in order to generate magical reactions and It's called magic of the elements . If my calculations were correct, I would complete my core in one year or one year and a half.

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( After a year and two months )

Brisk warm wind brushed against my hair. It was a comforting warmth. The air had a cooling effect as they fanned the sweat dripping down my whole body. My eyes were shut tightly, my teeth clenched and my hands balled into fists. Beads of sweat rolled down my face and fell with audible plops on grass blades below.

The formation of my mana core. It was an arduous task and required more effort than understanding many of scientific theories. Magic and science were inter-related.

One good example was the deviant counterpart of a basic attribute. Water has a deviance of Ice. By having enough control, one could compact the molecules of water, solidifying it.

It was the same for Wind element and its deviant Sound,As for the Fire element, it was a bit complicated,Fire wasn't a natural element,Flames were born of some kind of ignition in the presence of oxygen,Since fire itself was a complex phenomenon, achieving its deviant form and then mastering it would be even difficult.

 I have the basic comprehension of every element- a preparation for whatever element I could unlock later. Most I have read about says that even dual elementals are rare. Tri and Quadra elementals are nothing but a fable. Or so do these mundane creatures called Dicathians believe.

I felt the mana trickle towards my core, moving slowly and patiently, forming a sphere around my sternum. Like pieces of puzzle, they continued to combine with each other. It was a complicated phenomenon. Something, I had no experience with.

However, something had always bugged me, Why do people settle at one core? Is it a rigid natural enactment that a person can't have more than one core? Or was it the limitation of an average human body that it can't handle the presence of another mana core? If the human body was capable of handling it, then why didn't anybody ever think of it?

The answer was simple. And the answer also showed the mentality of people living here. They looked up to someone. Just like how religious people looked up to their respective Gods, in time of a trepidation, people here depend on someone and accept what's given to them and are content with it. 

Bottom feeders , Such people were easy to manipulate, as all it takes is to determine what kind of thing interests that person. They didn't even think about the possibility of another continent , that's why in the war this continent is doomed to fall in the worst ways possible. 

Back to the main topic ; Was forming another mana core possible?

The size of a mana core doesn't determine its power. Rather it's the purity of the core. Starting from a black core a mage purifies it through stages of dark, solid and then light. With time the color becomes lighter and lighter which is usually called Core Progression. After black comes Red, followed by Orange, Yellow, Silver and Finally White. Yet again, the white core being a roof for people here seemed like an absurdity. If mana was endless, how can a core progression be limited to just white? Think people think!!

However, the size didn't matter. If I could split the mana fragments inside my body and convince them into moving to somewhere else. Form a mana core on the right side of my chest. It could work. But all of this was theoretical. With my countless experiments and studying multiple books, I had come to this conclusion.

I looked inside myself. Half of the mana fragments had condensed in my sternum and a core was already formed. It just needed one other fragment. I was away from home so the explosion won't be a problem but not too much because whenever i stroll far Ravi will comes out of nowhere and takes me back , in the time I lived here I found out that Ravi is very scary and rigorous woman , Also having a 2-year-old-awakened kid would certainly be a blessing .

Awakening the core around my sternum was enough for now , 

At this moment i have two cores the first one which i will call the primary core at 99.9% complete as for my secondary core which I will keep a secret from everyone at 70% complete . 

The last fragment fell into piece as I felt a warm sensation encompass me. My eyes opened slowly as I took in the sight of... what was supposed to be a lush green place amidst towering trees. However, all I saw was myself hovering over a meteor sized crater with a transparent dome around me. The towering trees were devastated, some fell on the ground while others bent and were resting upon the other trees. 

The scale of my awakening was diabolical, My feet touched the soft, muddy ground. Being awakened was a totally different experience. My breathing, movement, sight, hearing, smell- every sense was heightened.

"So, this is how mana feels", I whispered to myself as I curled and uncurled my little fingers, feeling the mana trickle from my core and augment my fingers. They glow in a radiant sheen of mana, a surge of power.

As I manipulate the mana through my body I thought about the war and how it will affect my life, I will crush whoever tries to disrupt my life.

it's just the beginning **My beginning after the end.**