They were on the shoreline now.
Waves lapped gently at the sand, retreating and returning as though in rhythm with Nyala's laughter.
Azel stood barefoot, flexing his toes against the warm sand.
He took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes.
'She really wasn't lying,' he thought. He could feel them now — his aura veins.
They pulsed faintly, delicate streams of energy outlined by the goddess's divine touch.
They weren't physical, not something to be seen with the naked eye, but he could sense them clearly as if someone had drawn bright lines through his chest.
They connected directly to his heart.
And then there was the core.
A bit above his heart, like a glowing sphere, brimming full of holy energy.
Whenever he drew aura, just a little carelessly, that holy energy slipped in through his mana veins and blended with it.
The result was terrifying, a destructive combination of both and although it worked, he still liked to be in control of his power.
