The dawn light filters through the entrance of the cave, casting a soft yet cold glow inside. The campfire's remains smolder, leaving behind red, smoky embers. The forest is silent, save for the occasional distant chirp of a bird. Veil sits cross-legged in the center of the cave, hands resting on his knees, his gaze fixed on the ground but his mind focused. Alynia stands before him, arms crossed, her piercing gaze locked on him. Alynia (calm but firm): "Sensing mana is like reaching out to an invisible thread running through your body. It's there, within you, but you can't see it. To find it, you must listen—not with your ears, but with your whole being." Silence falls. The faint crackling of the dying fire echoes softly in the cave. Veil (sighs): "Sounds so easy when you say it…" Alynia steps closer and presses a finger against his forehead. Veil flinches slightly at the contact. Alynia (piercing gaze): "It is simple. But simple doesn't mean easy." She pulls her finger back and moves to sit cross-legged in front of him. Alynia (calmly): "Close your eyes. Breathe slowly. Focus on the flow within your body—every heartbeat, every subtle vibration of your skin. That's where the mana resides." Veil closes his eyes. His breathing slows, but his body remains tense. His face is tight, his jaw clenched. Veil (internal): Finding an invisible thread… Feeling my body… All I feel is the pain in my leg, and that's not helping me find this damn mana… Minutes stretch on, the stillness growing oppressive. His fists clench on his knees, and his breathing becomes heavier. Alynia (sharp tone): "If you try to force it, you'll find nothing. The thread doesn't appear through willpower; it reveals itself. Relax." Veil takes a deep breath, then exhales slowly. He releases the tension in his fists, and his jaw loosens. Gradually, his breathing evens out, leading him to a state of calm he hasn't experienced in days. A faint tingling. Veil (internal, startled): What… is that? He feels something. Light, fragile—a pulse. It's not a heartbeat but a shiver running up his spine. Veil (internal, excited): I felt it! His eyes snap open, and his breathing quickens. Alynia shakes her head slowly. Alynia (watching him): "Close your eyes. If you lose it, it won't return easily. Try again." Frustrated but resolute, Veil closes his eyes once more. This time, he focuses on the same shiver, the faint pulse deep inside him. His breathing becomes steady and deliberate, as if he doesn't want to scare the sensation away. Mid-afternoon Veil sits before a small puddle of water on the cave floor, his hand hovering above its surface. Alynia (arms crossed behind him): "Connect the thread—not with your mind, not with brute force. The thread. Feel the resonance. If you force it, the water will resist you." He stares at the water's surface—still, smooth, unyielding. Closing his eyes, he calms his breathing. Veil (internal): The thread. The resonance. Focus… Focus… Ripples emerge. Gentle at first, faint vibrations on the water's surface. His fingers tremble slightly as he senses the reaction. Veil (internal, astonished): It's moving! Is this… because of me? The thread snaps. The water returns to its still state. Veil's eyes shoot open as he gasps, his hands shaking. Exhaustion washes over him. Alynia (calmly): "You felt it, didn't you?" Veil (panting): "Yes… but… I lost it." Alynia steps forward, crouching beside him. She places a hand on his shoulder. Alynia (serious): "You found it once. That means you can find it again. This is your first step. Tomorrow, the thread will be easier to reach. Every failure brings you closer to success." Veil's eyes brighten with determination. He stares at the water, his fingers clenching slowly. Veil (internal): I'll grasp it. Tomorrow, I'll make it mine.