Auren sat up on the bed suddenly, as if breaking free from a dream, the bliss slipping away like smoke between his fingers. His breathing came uneven but slow, his eyes darting here and there, trying to anchor themselves to the tiny room. His gaze finally dropped to Sukamu.

Sukamu reached out, his voice steady, soft as winter wind. "Hey… rest. Rest well. You're in no position to move yet." His hand pressed gently against Auren's thick white sweater—the one Nova Makai had gifted him.

Auren's trembling hand fell slowly onto the blanket, his eyes widening with worry. His voice, cracked and dry, cut through the still air."My friends… they're still fighting. In that place… that big place. I need to go there. I need to make them safe. I can't just sit here anymore!"

His words grew heavier, tumbling out like stones. His palms shook, his body quivering. His worry rose inside him like a raging tide—wild, uncontrollable. He tried to climb off the bed, his broken limbs betraying him.

Sukamu stood, his voice sharp now, like a blade striking wood. "Stop! In this condition, you can't even save an insect!"

But Auren's voice thundered back, raw and desperate."I don't care! I'll do anything for my friends. Let me go!"

He struggled, his legs dragging, his body collapsing against the cold floor. He clawed at the ground, trying to move, screaming through the pain, "Ahhhhhh! I'm coming! Just hold on a little longer!"

Sukamu watched from the doorway, his eyes heavy with the weight of the boy's pain and sorrow. This wasn't just a boy anymore—this was someone burning from the inside out.

Finally, Sukamu spoke, his voice low but firm. "Listen, kid. I'll take you there. Where do you want to go?"

Auren turned, his chest rising and falling like a hammer. His lips trembled as he spoke, his voice nearly breaking."Ramuza family's place…"

Sukamu did not flinch. His eyes held no fear, only devotion. He was a true follower of Aravalli, and death had long since lost its edge for him.

"I will take you there," he said.

Auren's lips curled, bright despite the blood and exhaustion. His breath rushed in, trembling but alive."Thank you… Please, hurry. I need to go there—fast."

Without another word, Sukamu crouched, lifting Auren onto his back. Then he ran—straight into the snow land, his feet pounding against the frozen earth.

The wind howled around them. Auren's hair fluttered wildly, streaks of brown whipping against his face. His eyes burned deep, focused like sharpened steel, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Sukamu ran with a speed that betrayed his frame. This was not the pace of a normal man. His body cut through ridges after ridges, snow-slick rocks, fallen trees. He leaped over coral-like frozen growths, skirted sharp drops, yet he never slowed. His movements carried no hesitation, no stumble. It was as though hardship had carved strength into his very bones.

Auren, clinging to him, watched with widening eyes. Snow whipped past his face. Minutes stretched. Still, Sukamu did not falter. His breathing never grew ragged, his steps never broke rhythm. He ran like a beast that had long ago surrendered to the wild.

Finally, Auren's curiosity broke through his urgency. His voice came hoarse but firm against the rushing wind."You're fast… too fast. And your stamina—it's more than I've ever seen in a man. Tell me… is there a secret? Something I can learn?"

Sukamu's reply came quickly, steady, his voice carrying above the storm of snow."Yes. There is a secret."

Auren's eyes lit, eager."What is it?"

Sukamu's answer was so simple that it made Auren gawk."Just breathe daily."

Auren frowned. "What? Everyone breathes!"

Sukamu shook his head, leaping over a fallen log, his voice unshaken even as he raced."No. Breathing… and feeling like you are breathing—those are two different things."

Auren blinked, confused but intrigued. Sukamu's voice dropped lower, deeper, almost like a chant carried by the wind."When your breath is hasty, your life scatters. But when you feel it—when you truly know each inhale, each exhale—it slows. It roots. And then, boy… You will feel it. The life energy feeds into you, flowing through your veins like water through dry earth. That life force…"

His eyes narrowed as the word left his lips, heavy as ancient stone."…is called Prana."

"Prana…?" Auren muttered, his voice half-curious, half-broken by the ride. "What is this?"

Sukamu didn't stop running. His feet carved deep prints into the snow, but his words came slow, steady, as if carried on the wind itself.

"Prana is life force, boy. As I said." His tone was calm, but there was a weight behind it, like someone who had lived those words a thousand times. "It is what lifts the soul away from the chains of mind, body, and sensation. When you begin to understand Prana… truly understand it… the world no longer feels heavy on your shoulders."

Auren's eyes narrowed, listening despite the pounding in his ears.

Sukamu's voice deepened."You come closer to nature, to its purity, to its bliss. The rivers flow differently, the air carries you lighter, even silence itself speaks. Your face starts glowing—not with pride, not with power, but with a brightness that comes from inside. From within."

His steps crushed another ridge of snow, but his words kept flowing."All the noise, the chaos in your mind—the endless questions—they fade. They vanish into nothingness. And in their place, a stillness grows. You begin to feel calm… calm but vast, like the horizon itself. Then, slowly, you see the world outside and the world inside as the same. No walls. No boundaries."

Sukamu's eyes lifted toward the sky as flakes brushed his lashes."That is Prana, Auren Ryuki. It is breath… but it is also eternity."

Feel it, start from understanding your breath. Once you understand your breath, the journey starts.

Auren just lost in the words of Sukamu.

But there is one thing, he didn't ask, and that is...

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