ATTICUS’S ODYSSEY: REINCARNATED INTO A PLAYGROUND

Now, it was him. It had fused with his core, turned into his essence. It had become a part of his very identity.

Atticus raised both palms.

On one, a radiant blue orb formed, pure, swirling mana. And on the other, a dull brown energy pulsed slowly, like a dying heartbeat. The energy of negation.

He stared calmly at it, as his thoughts ran.

He had always wondered: what exactly was the aura of negation? And even more curiously, why did the Nullites, a race within the Eldorian core, whose power depended on mana, possess the ability to negate it?

It had always seemed weird.

But now… now he understood.

The world’s mana was life. It was the fundamental force that bound everything together. It fueled all things, living or non living.

Every race, every object, every structure responded to it in unique ways. And those responses, those reactions, were what formed mana signatures.

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