Prologue Part 2

“Time is such an abstract concept. It is easy enough to find the time, but can you define it? Can you feel it? What is it? It is like we know enough about it to use it without truly comprehending what it is. As you get older you think about what you have spent your time on. Was your time well spent? Did it even matter in the end? All that spent time only left me with more questions than answers.”

-Mumblings of an Old Man on the random street corner.

After the explosion occurred, I could not see, hear, smell, or feel anything other than a numbness that began to spread through the very core of my being. The spread of the numbness was but a brief respite that was followed by the rapid proliferation of loss. Relegated to a bystander, subject to the whims of the force as it consumed me. I reflexively resorted to the training that had accompanied me since the day I was born. Turning inwards I began to circulate the center of my soul. Agonizingly slow, a tiny almost insignificant stream of mana began to converge on my soul as its rotation began. As the pain escalated, I began to struggle even more. Like a fish out of water, I began to thrash.

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Fueled by agony, the rotation accelerated. Layers of the soul were ripped away. Self and identity torn assunder. The death throes of the forlorn soul reached its apex. Without mind or pupose the soul remained in its death throes. Time passed, more and more mana accumulated in and around the soul. A pit of fire had come replace where the void had taken root. At times the soul would at times stumble, every rotation a weight in of itself. Whenever the chilling numbness once again began to consume the soul the agonizing rotation once again reignited.

Time passed a cycle repeating endlessly drawing a tiny almost insignificant stream of mana from the surroundings. The soul faded into the background as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and the months turned into years, all that came to remain was the rotation of the soul. Eons passed with an ever-increasing amount of mana rotating in and around the soul. An endless cycle of incorporation and growth. The cycle continued undiminished until the force that had began this entire debacle no longer remained. Without the pressure the soul ended its cycle. The mana stopped streaming in from the surroundings. Drifting in void of magic the sould began to fade. Until the one fateful day that magic was introduced into a particular universe.