It was a new day, yet the storm raged as it had for six relentless months.
Lassim stood in the center of the East Grove, his halberd held loosely at his side. The rain and lightning lashed at him, but it no longer cut or struck into his skin. The wind, once a constant battering force, now swirled around him in chaotic eddies that seemed to flow in harmony with his existence. He was no longer a victim of the storm that he had braved all those months ago.
There was a major difference in understanding that he'd reached with both his fused mana and his own elemental proficiencies that made it up. His mastery of his affinities for Lightning, Water and Space had practically been doubled during this time and it led to an enlightenment.
