Eliron was seated on a straw mat in his beat up hut, his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
His body was perfectly still, and save for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, one could have assumed he was a statue.
"The world is changing…"
Although his eyes were closed to the real world, it was open to the word within him, Constance.
The more he improved his mana capacity, circulation and potency, by constant meditation, the more the world was being expressed.
The lush grass that was once behind him was now slowly encroaching into the barren lands, a few ancient structures were rising, returning to their former glory, and the air felt much fresher.
It was the effect of his judicious accumulation of mana using mana breathing.
Still deep in concentration, he then said:
"System, assign nine points to mana capacity and three points to vitality."
[Assigning points…]
[Mana capacity ~> 25+9=34]
[Vitality ~> 17+3=20]
