The cool air stilled as Midas took his steps, walking deep into a secluded grove in the middle of his Living World. He was seeking solace here, away from the prying eyes and unnecessary distractions. The leaves whispered faintly in the breeze, and it was as if they too understood that he needed peace and quiet at that moment.
Midas closed his eyes and breathed deeply, savouring the silence before he began. This time was his, and his alone.
With a subtle movement, he released the Source within him. It was a gentle speck of light, shimmering, wrapped in a shroud of darkness. The energy surged, flowing through him like a warm river, and he focused, controlling it within him and then using another helper formation to convert it to the seven other energies, guiding them slowly into his Roots, and anchoring them within the ree Energy in there to make it such that he was gaining energy.
