Gaya sat cross-legged on Lucien's bed, meditating. She believed she was killing two birds with one stone. After her return from ten thousand years of imprisonment, she had discovered that her strength had diminished drastically—she wasn't even half as powerful as before, and she couldn't sense any of her Soul Heaven.
Soul Heaven was something very few Mage ever experienced. Only those possessing a Soul Heaven could proudly call themselves Great Mage. It meant transcending mortality—what occurred when one finally managed to create a tenth mana circle around their mana heart.
Gaya had been the elite among elites in her era and had even wielded nine Soul Heavens, making her a devastating Great Mage. The greatest to ever exist.
But all of it was gone. Since they had downtime in Vel'Rhameir, she had decided to pour everything into mana absorption to discover what was wrong. Ten days and counting, she had gotten nowhere.
