The Core of Power

The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft, golden light over the dense forest. Eratz stood at the edge of a towering cliff, his white coat fluttering in the early breeze.

His hair, glowing faintly white, shimmered under the first rays of daylight, and his blue eyes, an effect of his beastification with the aetheri, looked calm but focused.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped off the edge and dove into the air below.

The wind rushed past him, pulling at his clothes, but his eyes stayed closed. He let go of control, trusting his instincts, feeling the air currents and the cliff walls. Everything around him seemed sharper, more vivid.

He allowed himself to fall, calm and relaxed.

Then, suddenly, a twinge of danger flickered in his senses.

His eyes snapped open.