"Otherwise, one will simply be waste—a possessor of Epic strength yet lacking the matching resolve! The process of attaining source power is equally as essential as the outcome; neither can be absent."
Muria gazed at the two crystalline, lustrous source powers floating before him. His mind became clear, and he articulated his stance with coherence, refusing the gift from his grandmother,
"I don't wish to abandon the process of gaining my first drop of source power on my own."
"My fine grandson!" Seeing Muria's choice, Yarista laughed, her joy evident as she put away the source power. Her smile was even more radiant than when she had obtained source power herself.
Seeing his grandmother's joyful smile, Muria was momentarily stunned. Unbeknownst to him, he had just been through a test his grandmother set, a test of becoming an Epic.