Within the depths of his inner world, Kyle opened his eyes to a swirling chaos of volatile mana.
Storms of power crackled around him like angry spirits, threatening to tear his consciousness apart.
He took one look at the familiar black sky and the shifting land beneath his feet and groaned.
"Tch. I never thought I'd be back here again. Always when things get insane do I need this place."
He muttered, brushing dust off his sleeves.
The mana surged around him, a living entity of fury and instinct.
Yet Kyle remained still.
Slowly, deliberately, he extended his hand and called out to it—not with force, but with understanding. The violent mana resisted, lashing out with crackling bursts, but he didn't waver.
Bit by bit, his aura blanketed the chaos, turning that violence into calm. It bent to his will, weaving itself into his body, reinforcing him as it entered.