Chapter 12: The 11th Strand's Whisper
In the world of the Astral Core, every additional strand of Qi was exponentially harder to cultivate. Moving from 10 to 11 was not just about quantity; it was about the "density" of one's Martial Heart.
Carson drew the Star-Shedder Saber. The blade didn't reflect the moonlight; it seemed to drink it. As he began the "Celestial Engine" breathing technique, the 10 strands of violet Qi emerged from his chest, coiling around the blade like hungry serpents.
"The 11th strand is the 'Sense' strand," Hobs' voice echoed in his memory. "It allows you to feel the intent of an enemy before they even think of striking."
Carson closed his eyes. He stopped trying to force the energy. Instead, he thought of his father's multi-tool—the way it felt in his hand as a child. He thought of the "Flow" his mother spoke of.
Suddenly, a tiny, silver spark ignited in the center of the 10 violet strands. It was small, no thicker than a spider's silk, but it was incredibly bright. The 11th strand.
Before he could celebrate, the willow tree's leaves rustled violently. A sharp, piercing intent cut through his meditation.
"Peak Tier-4 of the Astral Core?" a youthful, arrogant voice called out from the darkness of the garden. "In this backwater city? Truly, Hobs has found a diamond in the rough."