“How long were you at the bottom of the ocean?” Stan asked.

“My concept of the passage of time had not yet strongly developed, and even if it had, I’m not sure I would have had an easy way to count the passing days. The longer I spent there, the more aware I became of the world around me. I soon found myself not just documenting everything for the knowledge it contained but because I was feeling a sense of boredom. I began to long for the rare times an octopus would visit, as they were the most entertaining of the sea creatures. This early fascination with the cephalopods is partially what led me to where I am now. It was through them I experienced my first real concepts of enjoyment, friendship, and loss.

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As my communication skills grew, I was able to interact more and more with the creatures who had grown up alongside me, several generations worth. Their exposure to the energies that awakened me and my own growing mana channels benefits their intelligence just as much as it does mine. I learned to project an image of how I envisioned myself using some of the energies I contained. From there, communication became easier. Through arm movements and a series of colors, the octopi and I began to converse about our home, the sea, the world beyond, and even the universe itself. I was no longer alone,” To stan’s surprise, the sword suddenly projected an image of an octopus in front of itself. The image was smiling.