In Vysseran's String Sorcery system, once an apprentice became a Spellcaster, their first stage was called an "Awakened."
This awakening meant establishing preliminary communication with the "Strings of Force," leveraging their power to step into the realm of the supernatural.
And at that very moment, whether in the capital, Serinburg, which had all but become ruins during the "war of gods," or in regions hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of miles away-
Every Spellcaster across the continent, whether Awakened, Resonance Master, or Weaver, heard a magnificent, resplendent sacred sound. It was as though heaven and earth were singing praises and all things were bowing in submission, celebrating the birth of a mighty being.
Whenever a Spellcaster raised their eyes, boundless radiance flooded their vision-or rather, reached the depths of their hearts through the resonance of the strings.
They seemed to see, at the center of that divine radiance, a god standing beyond the world, clad in divine robes and holding a scepter, with twelve revolving suns and moons behind him casting dazzling halos.
The moment their "gazes" turned toward him, the god lowered his eyes and waved his scepter.
The god's power revealed itself.
The forests of towering trees covering mountains, rivers, towns, and fertile fields all trembled. From Serinburg to places ten thousand miles away, it was as though an invisible hand had stroked the land, bringing a gentle breeze.
Within a breath, that gentle wind swept across distant lands, and forest after forest scattered into specks of firefly light beneath its caress.
Wherever those lights drifted, Spellcasters drained of their mental power revived like withered trees greeting spring.
Those injured in the catastrophe regained their vitality. Even the gravely wounded and dying, even those with missing limbs, were no exception; their bodies rapidly recovered.
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