For Kyrian, it was almost like standing before an ocean. And he was about to dive in.
A thought arose in his mind, clear and powerful as thunder. Come. There were no words, no complex technique, and no elaborate gesture. Only will, a pure intent that projected itself like a wave through the sea of Qi.
In the next instant, the particles of Qi within his field of vision began to move. At first slowly, as if hesitating, then increasingly faster, gaining momentum with growing speed. The air around Kyrian began to distort, the spiritual particles converging from all directions in a flow that grew more intense with every passing second.
An invisible current began to form above the courtyard, a stream of energy swirling in a spiral. Then another current joined it, and another, and another. Within seconds, countless currents of Qi converged toward the same point, creating a vortex that stretched across the entire neighborhood. The center of the storm was Kyrian.
