Within the boundless azure expanse of Orion's Sea of Consciousness, a serene stillness had reigned uninterrupted for months.
His consciousness remained confined to the form of a delicate golden flame—small, fragile, yet steadily burning as if someone had poured a lifetime supply of premium-grade gasoline into his soul and walked off whistling.
Though time crawled at a pace too slow to measure, Orion wasted none of it. He unraveled and absorbed every fragment of knowledge he held—perfecting his understanding of Runic Inscriptions and Mana Circuits, honing his mental swordplay and Elemental Sword Auras, and immersing himself in the elemental theories of Fire, Water, Earth, Metal, Wood, Ice, Wind, Thunder, and Poison.
He had carefully visualized and crafted complex spells in his mind, mapping their theoretical structures and precise rune formations in incredible detail.
