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Chapter 6 - The Light of Awakening Part 3: A Silent Awakening

The forest slumbered under the canopy of stars, its stillness broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant call of nocturnal creatures. The campfire crackled faintly, casting flickering shadows over the clearing. Azure and Kael were fast asleep, sprawled near the dying embers. Demi, however, lay awake, staring up at the sky.

Her thoughts drifted between excitement and doubt. Kael's teachings about mana and affinities had stirred something in her—a spark of hope, perhaps, but also the weight of uncertainty. Could she truly master this power? Was she meant for something greater than her simple life in Bramm Village?

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it an odd sensation. Demi frowned, sitting up. The air around her felt… alive. It danced and swirled, brushing against her skin like a playful whisper.

"What is this?" she murmured, her voice barely audible.

The gentle breeze intensified, wrapping around her like an invisible veil. Her heartbeat quickened as the sensation grew stronger, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to resonate with her very being.

Unbeknownst to Demi, the mana in the forest had begun to gather around her. The once-invisible energy now shimmered faintly, forming delicate trails of light that spiraled and intertwined. It wasn't chaotic or forceful; it was calm, as if the mana itself were drawn to her.

The glowing tendrils of energy flowed toward her chest, circling the space where her heart lay. Demi gasped as a warmth spread through her, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was comforting, like an embrace, yet brimming with untapped power.

Her mind instinctively reached out, following the rhythm of the mana. The energy pulsed in response, syncing perfectly with the beat of her heart. A subtle click echoed within her—a sound only she could hear.

Her Mana Heart had awakened.

Demi sat there, motionless, as the realization dawned on her. The swirling lights faded back into the invisible flow of mana, leaving behind an odd sense of completeness. She placed a hand over her chest, feeling the faint hum of energy beneath her skin.

"What just happened?" she whispered.

The camp remained silent, Kael and Azure oblivious to the transformation that had occurred mere feet away. Demi considered waking them but hesitated. Something about the experience felt deeply personal, as if it were meant for her alone.

She lay back down, her thoughts racing. Could Kael have known this would happen? Was this the natural result of her training, or was it something else entirely?

Despite the whirlwind of questions, a faint smile tugged at her lips. For the first time, she felt like she belonged in this world of magic and mysteries.

The wind stirred again, softer this time, like a quiet promise. Demi closed her eyes, her hand still resting over her heart.

Tomorrow, she would tell Kael and Azure about her awakening. But tonight, she let the newfound warmth within her guide her into a peaceful sleep.

As dawn broke over the forest, Azure was the first to stir, groaning as he stretched his stiff limbs. "Morning already?"

Kael smirked, poking the embers of the fire with a stick. "You're in for another long day."

Demi yawned as she sat up, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her fiery hair. For a moment, she debated sharing her discovery but decided to wait. She wanted to see if Kael would notice it himself.

Kael glanced at her. "You slept well," he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Demi shrugged, her expression neutral. "Better than I expected."

"Good. You'll need that energy," Kael said, standing up. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

As they prepared to resume their training, the mana around Demi subtly responded to her presence, faintly shimmering in the air. Though Kael's sharp eyes lingered on her for a moment, he said nothing, instead turning back to Azure.

Demi smiled inwardly. For now, her secret remained hers alone—a quiet triumph that would one day shape the path ahead.