Klaus sat in the circle, his eyes closed, shutting out the murmurs, the whispers, and even the occasional bursts of laughter that rippled through the group of trainees. The sound of Erina Davoss's sharp commands and the crackling energy of elemental demonstrations seemed distant, as though muffled by an unseen barrier. He had sunk deep into himself, his mind blocking out the world around him. The outside chaos faded into a profound silence, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the flow of mana in the air.
The natural mana in the environment was rich and abundant. Klaus could feel it swirling, a dynamic dance of invisible particles, each carrying the essence of an element. Fire, water, earth, air, light, and darkness—the mana seemed alive, moving in intricate gravitational patterns. These elemental particles responded to the trainees, converging toward those with the right affinity. Klaus felt their pull too, but the sensation was… off. Something wasn't connecting as it should.
