The air in Profundia always held a touch of mystery, but that morning in particular, I could feel a different energy. My mother, Lysa, approached me as I practiced my breathing technique in the courtyard. Her silver hair and blue eyes radiated a serene power, one that always filled me with confidence.

“Kaion, today I’m taking you somewhere special,” she said with an enigmatic smile. “It’s time for you to progress in your training and learn more about our history.”

Intrigued, I nodded, and together we followed a path that only a few knew. We descended further and further into the depths of Profundia.

After a long trek, we arrived at a hidden cave behind a cascade of bioluminescent light. My mother extended her hand and, with a gentle gesture, opened the secret entrance. Inside, the mana energy was denser, almost palpable.

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“This place is known as the Mana Spring Cavern,” she explained as we moved forward. “Here, the energy is pure and potent—perfect for your training.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the mana fill my lungs and revitalize my body. The sensation was incredible.

“Today you’ll learn to enhance your Mana Spring breathing technique,” she continued. “But first, I want to tell you a story—the story of Profundia and the Abyss King.”

We sat on a natural rock formation, lit by the soft bioluminescent glow. Lysa began to narrate:

“Centuries ago, Profundia was a chaotic and desolate place. The races that lived here were in constant conflict. Then came the Abyss King, a man of great power and wisdom. Together with a group of companions from different races, he began a conquest from the depths to the surface.”

I listened intently, captivated by the story.

“The Abyss King established three fundamental laws,” my mother continued. “The First: life in Profundia is valuable, and killing others from the same continent is condemned.”

“Why is that, Mother?” I asked, intrigued.

“The King understood that to prosper, we needed to unite, not destroy each other. Life is the most precious resource, and it must be protected.”

I nodded, grasping the importance of this first law.

“The second law is about the Treasures of the Abyss,” she continued. “Powerful and valuable individuals are designated as treasures and hold a higher status than any noble. It’s said there are hidden treasures scattered throughout the continent—powerful beings sealed by the King to aid those who find them.”

“Like guardians?” I asked, my eyes shining with interest.

“Exactly,” Lysa replied. “These treasures can be the key to significant changes and advancements in Profundia. Finding them is both an honor and a great responsibility.”

The idea of hidden treasures stirred my curiosity even further. I thought about how incredible it would be to discover one of those powerful beings.

“And the third law is the Law of Destiny,” she said, her tone becoming more solemn. “One being is born for another, and vice versa. When someone is touched by this law, it’s a bond so strong that it surpasses even the command of a king.”

“And how can someone know if they’re touched by this law?” I asked, intrigued.

“It’s something you feel, Kaion. A deep and unbreakable connection. When you meet that person, you just know it in your heart.”

I was absorbed in the story, my eyes shining with a mix of awe and determination.

“Now, let’s continue with your training,” she said, standing up. “Use the Mana Spring breathing technique while facing these challenges.”

My mother conjured a series of obstacles using her magic. Plants and roots twisted out of the ground, forming natural barriers in front of me.

“Focus, Kaion. Breathe, feel the mana flowing through you, and use your intention to overcome them.”

I closed my eyes and began to breathe deeply, applying the breathing technique I had been refining. As the mana gathered and spun within me, my body felt lighter and more powerful. With each exhalation, I released bursts of mana to destroy the obstacles, recalling Aria’s lesson on intention.

Suddenly, a larger wall of thorns and roots rose before me. Without hesitation, I compressed the mana in my hands, making it spin like a bullet.

“Mana shot!” I shouted, launching the attack with the intent to break through the obstacle.

The mana shot pierced through the thorns like a bullet, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Lysa watched with a mixture of surprise and pride.

“Impressive, Kaion,” she said with a smile. “You’ve mastered this spell well. But remember, true strength comes not only from power but also from knowledge.”

I nodded, feeling more connected to my heritage and my destiny. As we continued with the training, my mother kept sharing stories about heroes of the past and the current challenges in Profundia.

“Never forget who you are and where you come from,” she concluded. “You have a great destiny ahead of you, and I’ll be here to guide you.”

I looked at my mother, filled with gratitude and determination. After completing a series of breathing exercises and firing mana shots that tore through the barriers of plants she conjured, I sat on the ground, breathing deeply and feeling the mana flow through my body. Lysa’s stories about Profundia resonated in my mind, filling me with curiosity and questions.

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“Mother,” I said, breaking the silence, “what’s the current government in Profundia like? Who rules now?”

Lysa sat beside me, her face darkening slightly at my question.

“There is a new Abyss King, the seventh,” she answered, her voice adopting a graver tone. “You see, the first Abyss King, before his death, left a decree. According to this, a leader from each race of his original group was to rule every ten years. It was a way to maintain balance and justice in the continent.”

I listened closely, fascinated by the government structure she described.

“However,” she continued, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and concern, “over time, the vampires and dark elves began to dominate and abuse the power of the Abyss throne. They left the other races with no opportunities to hold power, sparking more wars across the continent.”

“Why didn’t anyone do anything about it?” I asked, surprised by the apparent injustice.

“Many tried, Kaion. But the power and influence of the vampires and dark elves were too great. They used their position to manipulate and control, ensuring they would always have the upper hand. This led to more conflicts and increasingly bloody struggles for the throne.”

I fell silent, processing the information. War and power struggles seemed inevitable in a place like Profundia.

“But there’s something else you need to know,” Lysa said, looking directly into my eyes. “The Abyss King must always have a counselor by his side—a pillar of wisdom and guidance. The first counselor, or Voice of the Abyss, was our ancestor, Klavier Graves.”

“Klavier…” I repeated, savoring the name. “And has our family always been the king’s advisor?”

“Yes. Our family has long been known for producing royal counselors for the Abyss Kings. It’s an honor and a responsibility we’ve carried for generations. Our knowledge and skills have been vital to guiding the kings and maintaining balance—at least until the vampires and dark elves began corrupting the system.”

A shiver ran through me. The responsibility our family bore was immense.

“Mother, do you think we can ever restore that balance?” I asked, my voice filled with hope.

Lysa smiled, though her eyes reflected a deep sadness.

“I hope so, Kaion. But to do that, we must be strong and wise. We need to prepare and be ready for when the time comes to act.”

I nodded, determined to do everything I could to honor our legacy and restore balance to Profundia.

“And how can I prepare best?” I asked, eager to learn everything I needed.

“Continue training, both body and mind. Learn our history and understand the principles that guide us. And most importantly, never forget who you are and where you come from.”

We spent the rest of the day talking about our family and the challenges ahead. Every word from Lysa filled me with more determination and clarity about my destiny.

The history of Profundia and our connection to it was deep and complex. But with my mother’s knowledge and guidance, I knew I could face any challenge that lay ahead.

As the sun set, we stood and began our journey home. The light from the crystals in the cavernous sky illuminated the path, and I felt a renewed hope and strength in my heart.

“Thank you, Mother,” I said, looking at her gratefully. “I promise to do everything I can to honor our legacy.”

Lysa smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder. When we reached home, she looked at me with a mix of seriousness and tenderness.

“Kaion, I must go to the council to fulfill my duties,” she said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “But when I return, we’ll continue your lessons in history and geography. In the meantime, rest using your breathing technique.”

“Yes, Mother,” I replied, trying to hide my excitement.

She smiled and left, leaving me alone in the doorway. Although I knew I should rest, my mind was filled with ideas and energy. I decided to return to Triumph Hill to train my mana shot with the help of my magic eyes.

On the way, I reflected on several things. My mother, with her silver hair and blue eyes, was clearly a user of the Edict of Life, which explained how easily she conjured those plants. I thought about my mysterious father, Seraphiel, whose name intrigued me. He had left on a forced mission when my mother was pregnant with me, and his absence left many questions unanswered.

Finally, I arrived at the hill, which was deserted. Perfect for secret training. I sat down comfortably and began using my Mana Spring breathing technique. I felt the mana flow through my body, calming my mind and strengthening my connection with my magic eyes.

“This is my trump card,” I thought. “Maybe this power developed thanks to my reincarnation.”

While training, I noticed something unusual in the air. A large, seemingly harmless moth was flying near me. I recognized it from the monster books I’d read; it was a Depth Moth, known for its valuable wings to alchemists.

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“Perfect for practice,” I told myself.

I focused, honing my magic eyes on the moth. I could see its essence, a luminous, ethereal form that revealed its location and movements with remarkable clarity. I charged a mana shot, compressing it and making it spin like a bullet. I aimed precisely and fired. The moth dropped dead instantly. I approached and carefully removed its wings, marveling at their beauty and rarity.

With my magic eyes, I could trace the essence of the moth back to a small nest, hidden among the leaves of the trees. There were about seven Depth Moths in total. Upon seeing me, they took flight. I concentrated again, aiming and firing with precision. One by one, the moths fell under my shots. It was an incredible feeling of control and power.

When I finished, I collected all the moth wings. I was pleased with my haul and the practice I had gained.

As I descended the hill, my mind was racing. The training, the continent’s history, and my place in it all. I felt that every day I learned something new and that each lesson brought me closer to my destiny.

On the way back, I passed a small shop. An elderly man with a white beard and lively eyes sat at the entrance. When he saw me, his eyes lit up at the sight of the moth wings in my hands.

“Boy!” he called out. “Would you be interested in selling those wings? I’ll give you 16 lumen for all of them.”

I knew the wings were worth more than that. Thinking quickly, I responded with a smile.

“These are Depth Moth wings, highly valuable to alchemists. How about 20 lumen for them?”

The old man looked at me with a mixture of surprise and admiration, letting out a hearty laugh.

“You’ve got guts, boy. Alright, 20 lumen it is.”

We made the deal, and he handed me the coins. I put the money in my pocket, thanking him with a slight bow. As I walked away, the old man kept laughing, muttering something about a clever kid.

I returned home with a sense of accomplishment. I decided to use a vase that Aria had placed as decoration in my room as a piggy bank, just like I used to in my childhood in my past life. I carefully put the coins away, feeling a secret satisfaction.

A short while later, my mother returned from the council. She looked at me with a tired but loving smile.

“Did you rest, Kaion?” she asked, though I could tell from her eyes she already knew the answer.

“Yes, Mother. I rested and also trained a bit,” I replied, trying to hide my excitement.

She raised an eyebrow, suspecting I had done something more, but said nothing about it.

“Very well. It’s time to continue your lessons. Let’s go inside.”

I nodded, following my mother, eager for what was to come. I was ready to learn more about Profundia’s history and my place within it.