As the dragon continued blabbing proudly about soul diets and divine energy refinement, Kain let a thin breath slip through his nose and quietly split a portion of his consciousness.
'If this thing is right… then souls contain divine energy. And the amount must scale with strength.'
His awareness dipped into Pangea.
The shift was instant—the comforting pulse of the World Tree, the familiar gold and green canopy, the hum of life.
He focused first on something insignificant: a small, red-striped beetle crawling along a root of the tree. Practically an ordinary creature, barely even a spiritual beast.
He narrowed his senses.
There.
A flicker. Dust-like. The faintest mote of source energy clinging to the creature's soul.
'So small I never even bothered noticing it before…'
Next, he turned his awareness toward something stronger.
