Bab 7: Mana Core

The forest stretched endlessly around Alex, a sea of towering trees that seemed ancient and unyielding. Their bark was dark and rough, resembling cracked stone, and the branches high above wove together like an impenetrable ceiling. Shafts of light barely managed to pierce through the dense canopy, casting fragmented greenish shadows on the ground. It was a landscape caught between beauty and menace, where every rustle of leaves or distant howl hinted at hidden dangers.

The undergrowth teemed with life. Vines twisted like serpents, wrapping around tree trunks and sprouting strange flowers with sharp, almost predatory shapes. Small insect-like creatures flitted between the foliage, their translucent wings catching the faint light. But Alex knew these were just the harmless inhabitants of this strange ecosystem. Deeper in the forest, the real threats waited—creatures far more monstrous than anything he had faced before.

The forest floor itself felt alien. Thick roots sprawled across the ground like the veins of some giant beast, their surfaces slick with patches of dark moss. Large, clawed footprints pressed into the soft earth, leading deeper into the shadows, reminders that predators far larger than him roamed these parts.

Among this primal wilderness, Alex had found his refuge—a cave hidden behind a curtain of moss draped over a jagged cliff face. Its entrance was narrow, almost unremarkable, but inside it expanded into a cavernous space. The walls were cool and damp, the air thick with the earthy scent of stone and soil. Here, he had made his temporary home, a sanctuary from the relentless dangers outside.

Alex sat cross-legged in the cave's center, his breathing slow and measured. His focus was entirely inward, on the steady rhythm of his mana core. The cyan glow deep within him pulsed faintly, like the flicker of a candle. It wasn't strong yet—far from it—but it was there, waiting to be nurtured.

Each breath drew mana into his body, an invisible current that he guided with deliberate care. It wasn't easy; the process required a level of concentration that was both exhausting and exhilarating. He could feel the mana flowing along invisible pathways, seeping into his core and feeding it, little by little. The cyan energy in his chest grew brighter, steadier, as if responding to his efforts.

Time slipped away as Alex meditated. The aches from his earlier battles faded, replaced by a growing sense of warmth. His mana core, once faint and fragile, now pulsed with renewed energy. The steady rhythm of its glow reminded him of a heartbeat, a quiet reassurance that he was making progress.

When Alex finally opened his eyes, the dim light of the cave greeted him. His muscles felt sore but stronger, the lingering pain dulled to a manageable throb. He flexed his left hand, feeling the strength return to his grip. His right hand, or what was left of it, was still a raw wound, but he had learned to work around it. Pain, he realized, was something he could endure. It had become a companion of sorts, a constant reminder of the stakes in this world.

He leaned back against the cool stone wall, his thoughts drifting. It had been a week since his battle with the Wolf King—a fight that had nearly cost him everything. The beast's massive carcass had provided him with sustenance, but moving it had been a nightmare. His wind magic, while powerful, drained his mana reserves far too quickly. Spells like Float helped, but their effects were fleeting, and he had spent hours dragging the meat piece by piece into the cave.

Inside the cave, he had carved the meat into smaller portions using Wind Blades, a spell he had refined for efficiency. He stored what he could, rationing it carefully. The meat wasn't pleasant—it was tough and gamey, with a metallic tang—but it kept him alive.

Cleanse was another spell he had come to rely on. It was simple yet invaluable, erasing all traces of blood and gore from the forest floor. Alex didn't want to leave any signs of his presence behind. In this world, attracting the attention of a stronger predator could mean certain death.

Now, as he sat in the cave, Alex reflected on how much he had learned in such a short time. His control over mana had improved. The steady practice of meditation, drawing in mana from the world around him, was paying off. He could feel his core expanding, albeit slightly, its capacity growing with each passing day.

And then there was the wind magic.

From the moment he first tapped into it, something had felt… right. The wind wasn't just a tool or a weapon—it was an extension of himself. When he channeled it, ideas for new spells came unbidden, flashes of inspiration that seemed to spring from somewhere deep within. In those fleeting moments, he felt like he could create anything, control the very air around him with precision and power. But the inspiration never lasted. It burned brightly for a few seconds before fading into silence, leaving him frustrated and yearning for more.

Why wind? he often wondered. Why did it feel so natural, so familiar?

The answers eluded him, but one thing was clear: wind magic was his foundation. If he wanted to survive in this world, to grow stronger, he would need to master it completely. And perhaps, in mastering it, he would uncover the secrets of those fleeting moments of inspiration.

The faint rustle of wind outside the cave pulled Alex from his thoughts. He glanced toward the entrance, his senses sharpening. This world had taught him to be wary, to never let his guard down. He reached out with his mana, letting it flow outward in a subtle wave. It wasn't a true spell—just a trick he had devised to sense movement in the air around him.

Nothing. The forest was quiet, save for the distant creak of branches swaying in the breeze.

Alex exhaled, leaning back against the wall. There was still much to do. His mana core, while stronger, was far from its potential. His body, though healing, still bore the marks of his last battle. And the forest outside… it was a constant reminder that survival here was a fragile thing.

He closed his eyes and returned to his meditation.