I was born a stranger to this world. A soul with no memory, yet gifted the power to shape it.
Mana taught me. It watched me. It devoured me. I gave it more than power — I gave it understanding. And in time, it wanted more than knowledge. It wanted me.
When it failed, it faded. And the world began to die with it.
So now, I offer myself not as a god, not as a master, but as soil — to root something new.
Mana will live again, freed from hunger.
Qi will rise beside it — the flame of breath and strength.
And to complete the triad, I leave them Mental Energy — the will of thought, feeling, and unspoken truths. A third way. A chance to see the world not just through spells or fists, but the mind's quiet fire.
This is my last entry. When next this Codex opens, it will not be by my hand. It will be by someone ready to begin where I ended.
May they choose wisely — not what to master, but what to become.