Trinity of Magic

For the next few days, Zeke fell into a cycle of rest and meditation. Each time he pushed the boundaries of his personal domain within the cube, he could feel the limits within his mind loosening as well.

The progress was tangible, driving him to push even harder. He could sense it, taste it, feel it. He was on the verge of grasping something—an essential principle of spatial manipulation just beyond his reach.

Just a little more, and it would be his. Or so he thought.

However, no matter how hard he pressed, no matter how desperately he reached for it, the knowledge remained elusive. It was like a word on the tip of his tongue, infinitely close yet forever out of reach.

It was maddening.

Waking from another short nap, Zeke stretched in his seat, his gaze drifting away from the portal for once. Instead, he looked out the windows of his cabin, where an endless sea of green stretched beneath them.

Over the past few days, the Alexandria had finally reached the border of the Irroch Jungle, soaring high above its towering canopy.

Zeke scanned the trees warily.

Among everyone on board, he was likely the most familiar with the dangers lurking below. Beasts of legend roamed these woods, and if his memories from the Dreamwaker brew and his encounter with Thea had taught him anything, it was that even dragons and titans could be found here.

...But surely, his luck wouldn't be that bad.

Zeke frowned. Did he really have to tempt fate like that?

Well, if it came down to it, he would deal with it. After all, his last encounter with a Titan had been surprisingly pleasant. Who knew? Maybe it would turn out to be another stroke of luck.

Somewhat reassured, he turned back toward the portal, ready to continue his experiments. However, before he could take a single step, Akasha's voice echoed in his mind.