Mana [1]

Time stopped.

The moment the silver light appeared in Damien's hands, time became inconsequential.

Damien was truly holding Existence.

Everything else became negligible under its luster.

Damien almost lost himself in it.

His body was already turning into ash and rebuilding itself every instant. If his mind collapsed as well, he'd kill himself before he even got the chance to use it.

But it was truly wondrous.

It made Damien forget his situation, forget his surroundings, and forget himself.

It was all those things.

It was everything.

To hold a mana that truly represented all things in his hand gave him a feeling that was impossible to understand or describe.

All he could think was, "This is my goal."

He repeated it over and over again.

Because this mana felt Absolute.

'Focus. Focus. Focus.'