Chapter 283: Invisiblilty
As the door to the Light Training Basic Chamber closed behind him, Asher felt as though he had stepped into another world entirely. Though he had only awakened his light elental affinity nearly two months ago, his training with it was still at the most basic level, sothing he could barely sustain for more than a week before exhaustion set in.
Standing in the center of the chamber, Asher experienced sothing entirely new, a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. Even the lightning elent, which he had awakened and trained with for over a year, had never evoked such profound stillness within him.
The entire chamber was illuminated by a serene, radiant glow, as if dawn itself had been captured, condensed, and sealed within these walls. Gentle motes of light drifted lazily through the air, brushing against Asher’s skin with the warmth and tenderness of silk. For a long mont, he simply stood still, breathing quietly. In that instant, he felt as though he was no longer separate from the elent of light, as if he was light itself.
It felt weightless. It felt calm. It felt warm.
Each breath seed to clear his mind, stripping away noise, thought, and distraction, leaving only clarity and stillness.
’This feeling...’ he thought, basking in the quiet glow. ’Is this how addicts feel?’
His mind couldn’t help but wander, curious about how such a chamber even existed. The explanation the woman from earlier had given him replayed in his head, how every training chamber was fine-tuned to resonate with a specific elent. Each chamber was designed to harmonize with a trainee’s energy, synchronizing their essence with the elent itself. Through this resonance, training speed and elental attunent increased exponentially.
As he rembered this, Asher lifted a hand. Instantly, the light elent responded. It bent and gathered effortlessly, moving cleaner, faster, and far more precisely than ever before. Within seconds, a small orb of light ford in his palm, pulsing gently like a heartbeat.
For a fleeting mont, Asher felt as though he no longer possessed light, rather, that he had beco light itself. But he quickly dismissed the notion. He knew that feeling was an illusion born from the chamber’s resonance, his body and mind were still adapting to this environnt. Still, the increase in control and responsiveness was undeniable.
Even the most talentless trainee could make progress here.
’No wonder these chambers cost so much,’ Asher mused.
His gaze swept across the radiant walls. ’This is only the basic training chamber, he thought with wonder. How would the advanced chamber feel?’
Drawing in a deep breath, Asher steadied himself. He had spent two thousand points to access this place, ti was precious. He couldn’t afford to waste a single mont standing idle. He exhaled slowly, eyes lifting to the ceiling. A glowing digital tir hovered there, visible from every direction, counting down his session ti. The numbers pulsed softly, as though reminding him that every second mattered.
"Let’s get to it," he whispered to himself.
Asher dropped to the ground, crossing his legs in a lotus position. The luminous motes around him drifted in gentle spirals as if drawn to his calm presence.
’Where should I begin’ he wondered, his mind shifting back to the mory of Malrik, the First Sun, and his display of power during the invasion of the Separate Dinsion.
He rembered how Malrik had paused a sunray midair and stood upon it as though it were solid ground, how he had dissolved into countless motes of scattered light, vanishing effortlessly from the Separate Dinsion.
But Asher knew he couldn’t just leap to that level of mastery.
In Crymora, elental manipulation wasn’t like the spellcraft of various novels he had read, that demanded long theories, runes, or incantations. It was imagination and control, the will to shape one’s elent directly. Still, that didn’t an one could ignore progression. To skip from level one to level nine hundred and ninety-nine was to build power on a hollow foundation. Even if one succeeded montarily, the control would be unstable, unsustainable.
’Let’s start from sothing basic,’ he decided, letting calm wash over him. His breathing slowed; his heartbeat steadied.
"Light doesn’t just illuminate," he whispered, eyes still closed. "It hides."
A faint smile curved his lips as a thought blood in his mind, Invisibility.
Without hesitation, he went to work. His Perfect Astra Control activated naturally, responding to his intent. Asher drew upon the Astra within his Astra veins, the inner energy that bound his essence to the world. It shimred faintly beneath his skin, like sunlight refracted through water.
His presence softened; his aura beca delicate, refined, and fluid.
Asher extended his hand again, this ti not to create light, but to distort it. The air shimred faintly, and the motes of light surrounding his arm bent to his will, warping around him in a delicate, silent dance.
Then, in the next instant, his entire arm vanished.
It hadn’t disappeared in the physical sense, it had rely beco invisible, hidden perfectly by the bending of light around it.
To Asher, the process felt simple, almost too simple. Things in the world were visible because light reflected off them and entered the eyes. It was fundantal physics, basic knowledge. To beco invisible, one only needed to do the opposite, to stop light from reflecting.
And that was precisely what Asher had done.
He had stopped light from bouncing off his arm, making it invisible to the naked eye.
A slow smile crept onto his face as realization settled in. He couldn’t help but feel amused at his own ridiculous talent, achieving sothing so complex on the first attempt. Even with his mind wandering, his Astra control and manipulation of light motes remained steady and flawless.
’Full-body invisibility, that’s the goal,’ he thought, but he didn’t rush into it. Precision mattered more than speed.
He began thodically, part by part. His second arm vanished, followed by his legs, his torso, then his ears. Even his clothes turned transparent, an effect that would have embarrassed anyone else, but Asher’s mind remained fixed entirely on control.
Minutes passed, his progress deliberate and cautious, avoiding potential errors that could cause light distortion or energy backlash.
Finally, his entire body vanished.
If anyone were to enter the training chamber at that mont, they would find nothing but empty air. Asher stood silently, smiling invisibly in the soft white glow of the chamber.
Although he had achieved invisibility, he knew it was incomplete. It was only physical invisibility. Light manipulation had rely erased his visual presence, nothing more. If soone were to walk past him now, they would still hear his breathing, feel his movent, and sense his aura.
True invisibility, he realized, went beyond sight.
But for now, this was enough. He had achieved his first goal for the day.
Without hesitation or pause, Asher’s invisible figure straightened. The faint ripple of displaced light around his outline flickered briefly as he focused once more.
His voice, quiet yet steady, echoed softly in the chamber:
"On to the next."
Without wasting a second, Asher dived into his second goal of the day.
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