It was too good to be true.
Ren knew that. Part of him had always known it, with that same cold certainty with which he knew two plus two equaled four...
The sensation was false. It had to be.
But convincing the rest of him that knowledge mattered was a different problem entirely.
The power filling his core didn’t hurt. It didn’t burn the way that ball of spiritual energy had, that slow but intense heat he’d felt seeping through his mana lines. This was nothing like that. This felt like pulling off a pair of boots he hadn’t realized were too tight, like taking a full, deep breath after so long without one that he’d forgotten what breathing right felt like.
Freedom.
The word rose in his mind without invitation. Like something that had been waiting for him.
And in that exact instant, another voice crushed it.
"You must fight against the sensation of ’freedom’, it’s completely false! The complete opposite!"
Liora.
Not a soft or old blurry memory. It was her exact voice with that particular urgency she only showed when something truly mattered too much to her and there was no longer any time to pretend otherwise.
Sharp and desperate, but not the desperation of someone afraid, the desperation of someone who knew something the others didn’t, and couldn’t say it fast enough.
Ren held onto that.
It was the only thing he could do. He held those words like a fixed point while everything else kept filling up with something that felt glorious and wrong at the same time.
The white haired girl noticed before he opened his mouth.
Her hands stopped, just for a moment. Her eyes, too still and calm for someone her age, moved across him with the same focused attention Ren associated with experienced tamers fighting, not with one person looking at another.
"Don’t do that," she said.
No rise in tone or threat behind it... Just the same way you’d tell someone their hand was over an open flame, not to scold them, just because it hurts and because the result is predictable and because it makes no sense.
"If you start swimming against the current in here, it’s going to hurt quite a bit." She paused briefly, almost considerately. "And not because I want it to hurt you. It’s just how this works."
Ren met her eyes. "Thanks for the warning."
She studied him for another second, parsing whether there was sarcasm and whether it was worth responding to.
She decided it wasn’t.
"You lost something," she said instead. Changing angle with ease Ren found more disturbing than a threat. "Something that’s been with you since the beginning of all this." Her partially crystallized fingers slowed as she spoke, as though giving the idea room to settle. "I don’t know if you actually liked it, or if you just got used to having it."
Ren said nothing.
But she could see the answer. Read it in the silence that spoke louder than words because it was shaped by loss.
She continued. Her voice dropped one register, not to intimidate, but to make it feel closer. More personal.
"I can give you what it gave you. The function, what it did for you before... Except this time there’s nothing holding it back, nothing deciding how fast you can grow and by which path and for what reason." A pause. "Just you."
She was talking about his mushroom... His first beast.


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