Chapter 142: Light of a New World

The morning sun always carried a heavy mist over the peaks of the Grand Mountains. I took a deep breath, letting the crisp, chill air fill my lungs, cooling the persistent fire that always seemed to simmer just beneath my core.

Since my reincarnation, every day felt like an elaborate test. The mana channels inside this childish body were still fragile, yet the sheer density of the ambient particles surrounding the Leywin estate was intoxicating. Back in Grey’s world, energy was a cold, transactional currency. Here, it was alive. It had a heartbeat.

“Arthur!” a warm, sing-song voice echoed from the courtyard below.

My mother. Her presence was a comforting constant in this strange second life. Standing on the balcony, I looked down to see her packing small jars of medicinal herbs into leather satchels.

I jumped down from the stone railing, landing softly with a tiny dispersion of mana through the soles of my boots. A perfect landing.