Cultivation. It was a word that might seem like a luxurious, distant dream to any human, especially at an early stage like the one we were currently struggling through. To the average survivor, the idea of internal energy and soul-refining was the stuff of myths and cheap cinema. However, I knew better.
Compared to the other races currently descending upon our world—beings who had breathed mana since their first breath—humans had long ago forgotten the heritage of cultivation.
Our history was a graveyard of lost potential. I had once spent hours poring through the ancient records, searching for a spark, only to find that the heritage of cultivation had ceased to exist at some point in our distant, murky past.
But prior to that? Talking about a few thousand years before the apocalypse ever touched our skies, rumours persisted. Legends suggested that humans across many ancient civilisations had mastered the art of refining the self.
