If plant brought renewal and water patience, light brought clarity. The light element arrived like a bell's chime—pure and immediate—cutting through the grey murk of idle thought and exposing the architecture of his being.
It did not burn the way flame did; rather, it pried open the locked boxes of his mind and made them silent. Where flame restructured outwardly, light purified inwardly. Old lies he had told himself about weakness and inevitability dissolved in a clean brilliance that smelled faintly of ozone and possibility.
Krish found himself testing the light. He gathered it into his palms and watched it move like a living concept: it could heal the faintest corrosion of purpose; it could reveal the hidden seams in a strategy. Light clarified what had been muddled by grief and gave him the stark outlines he needed to act.
This clarity extended even to RC. The watch's mechanical processes responded to the light in unexpected ways; diagnostics became not just data but pattern recognition with an elegance Krish had not seen before. The light seemed to create a mental quietude, a space where decisions could be measured without panic.
Silvia made a low sound of approval that was almost a laugh. "Light shows the line of the world. It is not only a weapon; it is a lens."
With light, Krish rehearsed decisions. He practiced the economy of action—how much force to use, when to retreat, how to redirect. The element made him surgical and merciless in clarity, not in cruelty but in efficiency. It revealed when opposition was a needless collision and when it was essential.
Light's other function was defense. It created barriers of such pure radiation that even the void took notice, folding away from them like clouds before the sun. He could craft sigils of light that guarded mind and body, polished and reflective, so that stray mental attacks slid off harmlessly.
Balancing light with darkness—coming next—would not be trivial. Because purity cuts both ways: clarity may expose the truth, but without shadow to give it context, it can become a blade that blinds as much as it reveals. Still, in the hollows of the void, Krish welcomed the revelation. For the first time in ages, he felt his path drawn in bright lines he could follow.
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