Dominic's voice echoed in the chamber like it had weight of its own.
"We call it… Origin Pulse."
Damien's eyes narrowed slightly.
Origin Pulse.
The name didn't ring any bells—not from his readings, not from the game's files. No glossary entries, no lore nodes, no tutorial prompts. It was new. Or maybe… deliberately hidden.
'Interesting,' Damien thought, mind already threading through implications.
Dominic didn't wait for him to ask. He kept speaking, as if following a path well-worn in thought, if rarely spoken aloud.
"Monsters don't have human reasoning. They don't meditate. Don't refine techniques or circulate spiritual cores. But some of them… command mana. With terrifying precision. With violence, with elegance. As if it's part of their breath."
He gestured vaguely toward the walls, toward the old-world sigils etched faintly into the training chamber.
