Returning to his chamber, Rhydian felt the weight of exhaustion settle deep into his bones, the process of helping Jonan draw out his aura had demanded more of him than expected.
Yet, beneath the weariness, curiosity pulsed. As a veteran cultivator, Rhydian had encountered countless other races, from the sharp-taloned Draconic hybrids to the enigmatic Feathered Celestials, but never has he ever heard of someone generating their aura from their heart.
It was baffling.
Aura, by tradition and nature, was birthed from the core for all the races except for the humans, for humans it was their weapon spirit acting as a core, the cores of other races nestled deep below their navel, where spirit and flesh intertwined, yet Jonan's core, his spark of power, had erupted from the heart, not symbolically, literally, as if his soul refused to root itself anywhere but at the center of his humanity.
Such an anomaly wasn't just rare, it was simply unheard of.
