Mana, Monsters, and a Royal Pain

The morning was peaceful. Birds chirping, sunlight spilling through the windows, and me—sitting cross-legged on the floor, inhaling and exhaling like I was some ancient monk.

Why? Because my damn training has started.

And my great teacher? A massive blue cat.

"Master, focus," Nyx said, flicking his tail. "You need to find your mana core."

"I am focusing!" I snapped.

"No, you're not. You're just breathing aggressively."

"IT'S CALLED YOGA!"

Nyx sighed dramatically. "Alright, yoga master, shut your eyes and concentrate. Feel where your mana is."

I huffed but obeyed. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Fine. Focus. Where's my mana? Come on, mana, show yourself.

Where the hell is my mana?

Nothing.

I peeked one eye open. Nyx was watching me like a disappointed parent.

"Why are you glaring at me?" I grumbled.