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The air was heavy with silence as Cain sat cross-legged atop a smooth, moss-covered rock in the center of a secluded glade. The world around him seemed to breathe in unison with his meditation—the soft rustle of leaves, the gentle hum of unseen creatures, and the rhythmic drip of water from the stalactites above blending into a symphony of nature's serenity. Surrounding him, faint traces of Vint energy shimmered like translucent threads, drawn toward his body by the sheer force of his concentration.