It had been a week since Harvy's intense lecture on the philosophy of true cultivation. The days passed steadily, each one marked by silent meditation, deep reflection, and tireless effort.
Harvy often vanished into the forest during the mornings, hunting for food or meditating in places only he seemed to know. Liz handled most of the camp's responsibilities—preparing meals, gathering herbs, keeping their space clean and orderly. Despite her busy routine, she never once neglected her own cultivation. Between tasks, she would sit beneath a tree, eyes closed, aura steady.
Alex and Lily, too, had thrown themselves into the path Harvy had shown them.
Every morning, before the sun fully rose, they sat cross-legged outside their tent. Eyes closed. Breathing deep. Trying to do what Harvy said—"sense the world." Trying to feel the flow of energy around them.
At first, it had been impossible.
Alex had grown frustrated quickly. To him, sitting still felt like wasting time. He wanted to move, to train, to do something. But Lily had surprised them all. Though young, she sat silently for hours, patient and calm. When Alex grumbled, she would simply smile and say, "I think I felt something today."
Now, nearly a month had passed since their first attempt.
And still, Alex hadn't sensed a thing.
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The night was unusually clear. A full moon hung in the sky like a silver lantern, bathing the forest in an ethereal glow. The grass shimmered faintly. Shadows danced beneath the trees.
The group had finished dinner hours ago. Harvy and Liz now sat by the low-burning campfire, speaking in soft voices, their words lost to the night. Alex and Lily were seated a few feet away, their postures rigid with focus. Both of them had entered meditation again, as they had done every evening since the first day.
But tonight... something felt different.
The air grew still.
The forest quieted.
Harvy's eyes opened slowly. Liz glanced up as well, her gaze sharp.
A sudden spike of energy rippled through the clearing like a heartbeat. Subtle, but unmistakable.
Alex's eyes shot open. He turned sharply, sensing it too—but not from within himself. He looked toward Lily.
She sat with her hands resting lightly on her knees, face calm and radiant in the moonlight. A soft silver glow began to rise from her skin, like mist shimmering under starlight. The air around her pulsed. Soft wind circled her body.
Then she gasped, her eyes flying open.
The glow faded slowly. But her gaze was different now—wide, bewildered, and shining.
Harvy smiled. "Congratulations, Lily."
She blinked, still dazed. "What… just happened?"
"You've done it," Harvy said, standing up. "You've reached Layer Zero of the Essence Sensing Realm. You've taken your first step into cultivation."
Liz clapped softly, smiling. Alex stood and hurried over, pulling his sister into a tight hug.
"I knew you could do it," he said, grinning. "You felt something, right?"
Lily nodded, awe written across her face. "It was… beautiful. Like silver threads in the air. They wrapped around me. I didn't even try to pull them—they just came."
Harvy knelt beside her, his tone thoughtful. "That's because your affinity is with Lunar Energy."
Lily tilted her head. "But… you didn't mention that before. It's not one of the elements on your list."
Harvy chuckled. "True. I only gave a basic overview. There are far more elements than I listed—many rare, unique, or too complex to explain all at once. Lunar Energy is one of those rare affinities."
"Lunar… like the moon?"
"Yes. Moon-based energy," Harvy said. "A rare gift. Most people go their whole lives without encountering someone with it."
Alex's smile remained, but there was a faint flicker of something in his eyes—disappointment. He stepped back, folding his arms as Lily continued to ask questions.
Harvy noticed.
"Don't let this discourage you, Alex," he said gently. "This isn't a race. Everyone awakens in their own time. Lily's path is just different than yours. Yours may take longer, but it will come."
Alex looked away. "Yeah… I know."
Liz spoke next. "You're always comparing yourself to others. But strength isn't born in a moment. It's forged day by day. You've already shown you're willing to work harder than anyone. That matters."
Alex took a breath and nodded, his frustration melting into determination. "Thanks."
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Harvy turned back to Lily. "Now then. Let's talk about what you've awakened."
He drew a symbol in the dirt with his finger—a circle, divided into eight segments, representing moon phases.
"Lunar energy is tied to the moon's cycle. Depending on the phase, the power it grants shifts. It's one of the few elemental types that changes in rhythm with the sky."
Lily leaned in, fascinated.
"The full moon," Harvy explained, "is the phase of clarity and empowerment. Your senses will be sharpest. Your energy most potent. But it's also the most visible—you will draw attention if you use it."
He pointed to a shaded segment. "The new moon, on the other hand, is concealment. During that phase, your energy is subtle. Hard to detect. It makes you better at hiding, misdirection, illusions."
Alex knelt beside them, watching.
"What about the other phases?" Lily asked.
"Each one shifts the balance between clarity and concealment. Crescent moons lean toward support magic—buffs and sensory enhancement. Half moons help with emotional perception, mental clarity. Gibbous moons strengthen lunar projections—energy constructs based on the moon's shape."
He continued, "And then there's color. If you're lucky, the moon's color will also start influencing your affinity. A blood moon gives you destructive abilities. A blue moon might enhance healing or dream-based abilities. A silver moon—like tonight—enhances pure lunar flow. Balance, harmony, fluid movement."
Lily looked at her hands. "So I'm stronger tonight because of the full silver moon?"
"Exactly," Harvy said. "As your cultivation deepens, you'll learn to harness each phase and shift your techniques to suit them."
Liz added quietly, "It's not just about power. Lunar cultivators often develop heightened intuition, emotional empathy, even insight into fate. You might start feeling the moods of people, or sense when something's about to happen."
Lily's expression turned serious. "That sounds… like a lot."
"It is," Harvy said. "But it's also beautiful. You'll understand more with time. For now, focus on strengthening your connection. Meditate during each phase. Learn how your body reacts. That will guide your growth."
Lily nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll do my best."
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The fire crackled softly behind them. A calm silence settled over the clearing. The night sky shimmered, stars blinking gently above the moonlit forest.
Alex sat back, watching the moon.
Harvy glanced at him again.
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "some people awaken their affinity when they're at their lowest. When they're lost, alone, or pushed to the edge. Others awaken it when they're focused—when everything else fades away. You're the kind that pushes forward no matter what, Alex. When your moment comes, it'll be something strong."
Alex looked at him, silent, then nodded.
"Until then," Liz said gently, "be proud of your sister. She's taken her first step. And you helped make that possible."
Alex gave a soft smile. "Yeah… I'm proud of her."
Lily beamed at him.
Harvy stood and stretched. "Alright, that's enough for tonight. Lily, no more meditation until morning. Let your body settle. Alex, get some rest too. Tomorrow, we hunt."
"Hunt?" Alex raised a brow.
"Not for food," Harvy said with a grin. "For your next lesson."
As the fire dimmed and the group settled in, Lily lay on her bedroll, eyes wide open, staring at the moon.
She had awakened something she couldn't yet understand. A path had opened before her—vast, mysterious, and full of wonder.
And for the first time, she didn't feel small in the world.
She felt ready.
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