"Haa…"
The gentle hum of Aether filled the chamber as Neron sat cross-legged on the smooth marble floor, his breathing even and his focus absolute.
The golden radiance of the energy coursed through him, collecting in his newly-formed Aether Core—a shimmering sphere of power nestled deep within his being.
The sensation was intoxicating.
With each passing day, he could feel himself growing stronger, his connection to Aether deepening. It was unlike any other energy he had wielded before. Mana and Miasma had felt crude in comparison—tools that lacked the elegance and precision of this higher power.
"This is it," Neron murmured to himself. "I'm finally beginning to scratch the surface of true power."
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway.
Before he could open his eyes, a familiar voice rang out.
"Neron! Are you in here?"
Kuzon's cheery tone pulled Neron out of his trance.
