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[James's POV]
Whoosh.
The rhythmic crash of waves filled the air as I lay on the island's sandy beach, gazing out at the endless blue. The breeze was gentle, the sun warm, and the sea stretched infinitely before me, calm and undisturbed. It was a peaceful sight—one that never failed to quiet my mind.
This was no ordinary island. During one of my meditative sessions, I expanded my mana outward and discovered something extraordinary—it moved. A living, drifting landmass guided by unknown magic. That revelation alone made this place even more remarkable.
I often came here to unwind after long hours of study or deep meditation. There was a serenity to nature's rhythm—the sway of the trees, the playfulness of forest creatures basking in sunlight—that brought balance to my mind.
"You look completely at ease," a voice remarked playfully.
"Yes," I replied without opening my eyes, "There's something about watching nature in motion. It puts the mind at peace, especially after immersing myself in arcane study."
"Indeed. Mother Gaia is truly magnificent," the voice replied.
A moment later, a tiny faerie fluttered into view, perching herself right on my chest. Her brilliant wings shimmered as they caught the light, casting playful shadows across my face. She stared down at me with those large, curious eyes—mischievous as always.
I smiled, brushing a finger gently along her wings, reminiscing about how we had first met.
[Flashback]
My focus at the time had been on exploring the connection between my trinity—body, mind, and soul—and the depths of my mana sea and elemental magic.
The first discovery I made was one of passive enhancement. My trinity was constantly being nourished by the cycling flow of my mana, keeping me at peak condition and gradually improving my natural abilities. When I actively meditated, I could amplify this effect—boosting my sensitivity to ambient magic, accelerating recovery, and more.
The second was what I came to call the Mana Lord state. In that moment, my trinity aligned perfectly with my mana sea, creating a temporary state of overwhelming power. My body, soul, and mind would overlap with the mana dimension itself, granting me not only enhanced strength but also exquisite mana control.
That power came with a price. My trinity could only endure the pressure for short durations—for now. But as I grew stronger, so too would my ability to sustain it. In time, it would become a trump card.
The third major benefit of this bond was the ease with which I could perform magic related to the trinity—soul, mind, and body arts came more naturally as the connection deepened.
In truth, I had barely scratched the surface. The deeper implications of binding the trinity to the mana sea remained a mystery. But what I had discovered already promised greatness.
And for that, I owed the Being my thanks. The books he provided had laid a foundation strong enough to pursue power that could one day rival even the most overpowered beings.
As I concluded my meditation, I gently descended from the air, exiting the cave I had designated as my meditation chamber. I sealed the entrance with earth magic and formed a series of hand signs to reactivate the elemental wards I had etched into the stone.
Those seals—my proudest accomplishment to date—were born of a year of relentless research. With knowledge drawn from the book on elemental magic and the runes embedded in the ring, I developed a system of elemental sealing. I had realized early on that hidden beneath the decorative runes on the artifacts lay a foundational runic language—older, deeper, and inherently magical.
By fusing these ancient symbols with elemental energies, I crafted seals that could draw power from the ambient mana in the air. While I was still uncovering their full potential, one thing was certain: runes were more than decorative—they were the written language of magic itself.
Leaving the chamber behind, I made my way through the tunnel toward the entrance. I had replaced the original compass-based mechanism with a more elegant solution: a mana-recognition seal keyed to my magical signature.
As I stepped out into the open air, I activated the seal behind me and sighed.
"I really need to create a passive recognition range. Manually activating this thing every time is getting tedious."
Another item for the to-do list, I thought, shaking my head.
I inhaled deeply, savoring the salty tang of the sea breeze, and began my descent toward the beach. But before I made it far, I was intercepted by some of the island's magical residents. They gathered in front of me, speaking in an excited chorus of incomprehensible sounds.
With a brief hand sign, I conjured a translation seal—tall and radiant with arcane symbols. As I stepped through it, their voices clarified.
"How are you today, James?" asked a young centaur, barely waist-high.
"Would you like to come by the lake?" a gentle nymph chimed in, lounging comfortably across the centaur's back. "We brought your favorite fruits!"
A curious pixie dragon flapped its wings excitedly nearby, while a familiar faerie zipped around my head, flashing a knowing smirk.
Their eagerness made me smile.
I never expected the first soul-based spells I'd develop would be Soul Vision and Soulspeak.
The Being had warned me that soul frequencies could differ across dimensions—and species. Mythical creatures had vastly different soul structures than humans. To communicate with them, I needed to bridge that gap. Soulspeak allowed me to synchronize my soul's frequency with theirs—thanks to a sub-function I called Soul Balance. Combined with Soul Vision, I could perceive and adjust to their soul patterns directly.
A complicated art, no doubt—but one I had learned to appreciate, especially when these delightful creatures blocked my path every morning.
"I'm doing well, Crissy. And no, Bastion, not today. I've got somewhere else to be," I said with a light wave.
"You've named almost everyone except me," the faerie pouted, landing indignantly on my shoulder.
"I'll catch up with you all later. For now, I'll take this diva with me—spare you her theatrics," I said, grinning.
The creatures laughed and waved as I continued down the hill.
Turning my attention to the little faerie on my shoulder, I noted the pout still lingering on her face. To appease her, I gently scratched her favorite spot beneath her chin.
"Yesss… a little lower," she sighed, visibly relaxing.
"Am I forgiven?" I asked with a playful tone.
"For now," she said loftily, "But you'd best come up with a name worthy of my stature soon."
I tried to stifle my laughter, but it erupted anyway. She made a half-hearted attempt to bite me in retaliation, but it bounced harmlessly off the protective ward I'd instinctively activated.
So we continued on—her grumbling, me laughing—through the lush path toward the beach. Birds chirped, the wind danced through the leaves, and sunlight filtered down in golden rays. It was a perfect scene of life and magic.
[Flashback Ends]
Sitting upright once more on the soft sand, with her now perched atop my head, I realized an entire week had passed since that moment. I must've drifted off, lost in thought again. The sun was dipping low now, setting the horizon aflame in hues of orange and crimson. It bathed the ocean in warm, autumnal light.
Looking out at the breathtaking view, I softly spoke.
"I think I've finally found a name for you."
She immediately fluttered down to my lap, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Oh? What is it?"
I smiled.
"The name is…"