The following morning, the soft glow of the early sun filtered through the small, square window in Lassim's room.
He awoke to the sounds of distant thunder from the perpetual lightning storm above the sect.
He stretched, no longer feeling any remaining soreness from the previous battle's exertion in his muscles.
Yet, there was a deep hunger present to finally unlock the mysteries of the spatial element that had been calling to him.
Lassim sat up, his hands resting on the edge of the bed as he took a moment to focus inward.
His inner heart world greeted him immediately, a massive amount of dense mana filled clouds filled the area. They covered a space much larger than the small piece of rock that they initially hovered over, but now went beyond the edges of.
