"I, Libra, wished to defeat the other Shining Ones that have been bound here. And though they will not die, I want to be the smug one who will mock them. After all, it was their doing that left my region in ruin, its ether scarce, its people weak, and my seal left to be unbroken for ages so they would be strong to conquer and take me when I broke out..."
The quill sparked faintly as it scraped against celestial parchment.
"And so, I desired for my master to pursue the path of Mana and Power. Provision for this was already given through the Celestial TV, though I admit... I lacked faith."
Libra paused, sighing deeply.
"I queried my master if he understood how to build it. I still doubted his genius since he is like a child: focused one second, chasing a butterfly the next."
The parchment shimmered and replayed the memory of that time.
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"Then my next question to you, Master, is this: what was Aetherion's theory to manage both Power and Mana?"
