In this realm governed by rules, amidst fantastical spaces.
Vane felt the steady pressure brought by the fine steel heavy armor, which had accompanied him for years, already as familiar as a second skin.
He felt the coolness and weight of the tower shield in his hand, engraved with his surname, having endured countless impacts yet remaining solid as ever.
He felt the power within him, as stable as the earth, as tough as steel, how it gathered and surged with each deep breath, safeguarding himself, able to transform into a thunderous shield strike.
Guard! Solid! Immovable as the mountains!
These are his path, his belief, the foundation of his power.
In this space, at this mystical moment where the spirit expands infinitely and deeply merges with the body.
He completely opened his heart.
However, the first thing he distinctly felt, was himself—his rock-solid will, his pure and mighty soul.
