Andrew was still training, moving with the practiced grace of a master magician in the silent confines of one of the spell-casting rooms in his magical pagoda.
As he cast spells, the air around him crackled with arcane energies. Little Raven, his loyal contracted beast, watched intently, feathers ruffling in fascination.
However, as he channeled his power into a Shadow Jump, a spell that allowed him to traverse space with the help of shadows in an instant, a strange tremor rattled through his mind. It was as if the very fabric of his soul space was quivering in fear, a sensation he had never experienced.
Alarmed yet composed, Andrew settled into a meditative stance. He closed his eyes and delved inward, seeking the source of this enigmatic disturbance. His awareness swiftly emerged in the depths of his consciousness amidst the ethereal landscape of his soul space, where he immediately found the epicenter of the tremors.
