Ascending to the Third Circle

Three days later,

Early in the morning, just before the sun had risen. Freya was sitting in the lotus position, right on top of her bed at the second floor of the Roaring Manticore. The surrounding air was brimming with mana, particularly one thick strand of mana that spiraled into her abdomen. Her eyes were closed shut tightly and a bead of sweat on her forehead as she focused intensely on something.

Under her shit eyelids, her brown eyes saw the similar scene of three golden rings around a tiny source of light. This time, however, the third circle was almost complete. Freya carefully collected the final dispersed shards of the golden rings and patiently placed them in the circle. With a small amount of mana from the atmosphere, she glued the final pieces of the ring, making it complete.