"So, let me get this straight," Caspian said, pacing the room, his hands gesturing in frustration.
"If my soul gets stronger, my summons evolve. My domain, on the other hand, depends entirely on my control over my affinity. And to top it off, my core connection is somehow tied to the number of affinities I have?"
{Precisely.}
Caspian groaned, running a hand through his damp hair.
"Bruh… that's a lot to keep track of. Feels like I need an instruction manual for my own powers."
{Stop whining, child,} Bloodmoon chided, its tone sharp.
{Growth was never meant to be easy.}
Caspian sighed and flopped onto the ground, staring at the ceiling.
"Fine. Then answer me this—how do I train my soul?"
The blade's voice softened, adopting a more contemplative tone.
{The soul is not like muscle, meant to be trained through force. It grows through experience and connection.}
"Yeah, yeah. Details, please," Caspian pressed.
