Chapter 141: The guidance - 1
Lor sat cross-legged on the floor of Lia’s bedroom, the soft glow of the lavender lamp casting a warm light across the woven rug.
His expression was serious, steady, his hazel eyes sharp with focus, no trace of the earlier mischief or lust.
He motioned for Sophia and Lia to join him, his voice calm but firm. "Sit. And listen."
The girls obeyed, forming a small triangle on the rug, their knees nearly touching.
Sophia’s blonde twin tails were tucked neatly behind her, her blue eyes wide with anticipation, her petite frame attentive.
Lia’s red curls framed her freckled face, her green eyes curious but cautious, her curvy figure relaxed but alert.
They faced Lor, the weight of his words settling over them like a teacher’s command.
He held out his hands, palms up, his lean frame steady, his voice measured.
"Magic isn’t a tool. Not at first. It’s not a weapon, a chant, or a trick. It’s your body. Your breath. Your intention. It’s the core of who you are."
Lia tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing, but she stayed silent, listening intently.
"Everything begins with mana," Lor continued. "Raw energy that flows through us—some more than others. You’ve felt it before, in moments of intensity. That rush when you’re angry, that pulse when you’re scared, that heat when you’re... emotional. That’s unrefined mana reacting to your state. Emotion fuels it, but it’s your will that shapes it."
Sophia leaned forward, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. "So... mana is just feeling?"