《The Sharkmark Avatar Codex: The Lost Arts of Death's Escape and Transcendence》 Prologue: IMMORTAL ABODES, 3 REALMS CELESTIAL COURT, HUMAN WORLD’s Death Destroyer Calamity Prologue: IMMORTAL ABODES, 3 REALMS CELESTIAL COURT, HUMAN WORLDs Death Destroyer Calamity . Prologue: The Catalyst of Calamity In the 1st Century BCE, during a sacrificial ritual of the B?n Religion, King Shake committed an act of blasphemy that would alter the fate of his dynasty. Disrespecting the Mother of the Earth, he composed a lewd poem directed at her beauty, igniting her wrath. In retaliation, she summoned three demons from the Grey Tomb: A thousand-year-old fox spirit C cunning and seductive, destined to enchant King Shake. A jade avatar of string-music C a mesmerizing spirit capable of manipulating emotions through melody. A nine-headed pheasant spirit C a master of deception, who would infiltrate the palace disguised as a sworn sister. These three demons conspired to lead King Shake astray, plunging the Shake Dynasty into a spiral of corruption and decadence. The fox spirit bewitched the King, the nine-headed pheasant manipulated palace intrigues, and the jade avatar, after being initially exposed by the vigilant court minister Three True Fires, retreated, only to return more powerfulas a royal consort. Together, they orchestrated chaos within the kingdom. This upheaval entangled the Immortals of the Mountain Abodes in worldly affairs, disrupting their spiritual journeys and intertwining their fates with mortal destinies. It also shook the foundations of the demon realm, overseen by the vengeful Mother of the Earth, setting the stage for a cosmic reckoning. Thus began "The Calamity of the Mortal World", a saga illustrating how even immortals could fall prey to karmic retribution. In response, the Jade Chakra Emperor decreed that twelve celestial beings must submit to mortal authorityan order they defied. This divine insurrection led to the creation of the "Investiture of the Gods"a celestial register appointing 365 lesser demigods to cosmic posts, balancing power between the heavens and the human world. The celestial hierarchy was divided into eight ranks: The four upper ranks: Thunder, Fire, Pestilence, and the Big Dipper. The four lower ranks: Celestial constellations, mountain and river deities, rain-bringing spirits, and guardians of good and evil. Those with lesser spiritual cultivation found their names inscribed, sealing their fates. Meanwhile, the earthly conflict between the Shake and Mtier Dynasties mirrored the celestial power struggles, entangling mortal politics with divine rivalries. Historical Context: The B?n Religion and the Shake Dynasty In the 1st Century BCE, the B?n Religion performed sacrificial rituals involving the slaughter of animals, the burning of grains, and gestures of devotion such as bowing and kneeling. When Buddhism entered the Tibetan region, it absorbed these primitive practices, shaping the unique characteristics of Tibetan Buddhism. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. During this period, B?n was fragmented, lacking a systematic theology. It was heavily influenced by shamanistic elements and spirit worship, granting B?n shamans immense power in the royal courts of Tibet, especially in the position of "Gusin" (national spiritual advisor). Each new Zanpu (Tibetan king) required the Gusin''s approval, illustrating their political influence. However, during Zhi Gong Zanpu''s reign, the power of the B?n factions grew so immense that it threatened his authority. In response, he invited three skilled shamans from Kashmir, Zhang Zhung, and Baltistan to suppress the factions. Yet, his attempt backfired; he was ultimately assassinated by his minister, Langdarma. His body was cast into the Yarlung Tsangpo River, and his heirs were exiled. The decline of the old ways led to the "Multi-B?n" period, during which outdated cultural practices were abandoned. "Cha B?n" consolidated various deities into a new belief system, forming the Yungdrung B?n, which revered the Three Realmsthe heavens, earth, and underworld. Worship was directed toward the Heavenly Deities (Zan), Earth Spirits (Nyen), and Water Dragons (Lu). Persecution forced monks to flee to India, Sikkim, Bhutan, and Nepal, where they rebuilt B?n monasteries. A.D. 21st Century: The Eternal Battle A.D. 21st Century: The Eternal Battle On 2025.1.1, my journey beganan odyssey through the Ten Genres of Dharma Drum and the wielding of Unearthly Weaponry. This path demanded mastering the Arts of Escaping Real Dying and Living, leading to a transcendence that bridged the mortal realm and the cosmos, ultimately confronting the Universal Destroyer, the Imposing Avatar of Yama. In the ultimate Enlightened World, a fiercer entity emerged: Yamataka, the Destroyer of Death, surpassing even the Avatar of Yama. To guide mortals through the perilous trials of life and immortality, the Enlightened Ones sent forth the Cosmic MessengerJake Chakra Dragon''s Grimoire, and his Avatar as a cosmic vehicle to reveal the hidden truths of existence. While for the sake of searching for the missing part of the Grimoire, also called the Avatar Codex, to complete the misson, I crossed the forbiddened Windchill City of the 3-Sphere Unvierses & the double looping to the lands of New Island, valley of Jade Vajra and Consciousnes Script Skull of the Codex... What to Expect Original storytelling that explores the Arts of Escaping Real Dying and Living. Cosmic narratives infused with the energy of consciousness, like a celestial wand illuminating destiny. Short, gripping chapters (800C1500 words) to keep you on the edge of your seat. A richly built world exploring the ancient wisdom of life, death, and the realms in between. A profound journey of self-discovery guided by existential beings across infinite universes. Realistic progression with authentic triumphs and setbacks, highlighting the human condition. What Not to Expect Generic, uninspired storytelling. Preaching or forcing beliefs. Disrespect or misrepresentation of other traditions. The Burden of SavingTashī Dalāi-Ch. 1.0 (1) The Burden of Saving Tash Dali C Ch. 1.0(1) . The Jade Chakra Dragon thundered first; her glimmering body rippled like liquid light, slicing through the skies as the avalanche roared and crashed below. I knew it. Maybe Master knew it too. That the world created aboveall those fierce faces, the chakra lightswas nothing but the false veil of the Imposting Avatar of Yama, the Destroyer exercising his power. To counter that, the Enlightened Ones tried, fought, sent out their cosmic messagethrough the Jade Chakra Dragons Grimoire, through the Avatar of the Jade Chakra Dragonso the truth could reach the Immortal Mountain Abodes, the Three Realms, and the humans, both immortal and mundane, now standing on the edge. Thud! The violet, barky-texted grimoire slipped from my hands and struck the deep snow. My heart jumped. The soundtoo sharp, too heavyechoed unnaturally, like something splitting apart. Drakos froze. His ears pinned back. A low growl rumbled in his throat. Drakos, my companion Sheppard since I was younger, the one I had rescued from the corpses site of a sky funeral slaughtering, where the dead were fed to the vultures, their bones left for the wind. I stiffened. My breath hitched, and a knot twisted deep in my stomach. This was my doing. I didnt know how, but I knew it was. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. What if the book was never meant to fall? What if Id shattered something ancient, something sacred? The sound of my heartbeat thundered in my ears as the dragons gaze swept across the snowfield, vast and unyielding. What if everyone hereeveryone there, even where you arewas caught under its shadow (or whatever it was) and destroyed? Could Master forgive me? Could the dragon? (The apparently angry Jade Chakra creature?) The snow crunched beneath my knees as I scrambled to retrieve the block-texted grimoire, my fingers trembling against the cold. Maybe if I put it back where it belonged, this would all stop. But the thud wasnt just a thud. It stretched, deepeneda sound too big for the moment, like a bell tolling through the void. My stomach clenched, cold twisting inside me. On the cover, the title seemed to glare at me, pressing down heavy and disapproving: Grimoire of the Chronicle Stages of Dying and Living. Snowflakes scattered over it, their perfect white broken. Drakos barked, sharp, insistent. Circling the book like it was alive. Or worselike it shouldnt be here. A chill crawled up my spine, but it wasnt from the cold. Master turned her head toward me, eyes settling on the fallen text. She said nothing. Maybe she didnt know what to say. Maybe she should have done somethingsome chant, some mantrabut she didnt. Then, suddenly, she frowned, closed her eyes, and began to chant. Low at first, steady, then rising, building, as if something else was chanting with her. I hadnt learned this chant. Hadnt even heard it before. But Master had. She had trained for thistrained through the long and merciless trials, the breaking and reshaping, the endless recitations to become a Mantra Guru for the dying. Who was I to judge? I hadnt even set foot on the doorstep of learning the Energy Wand of Consciousness. And now, the destroyers were close. Too close. I wished the avalanche would freeze. Or just skip over us. And then The sky split open. The Burden of Saving Tashī Dalāi-Ch. 1.0 (2) The Burden of Saving Tash Dali-Ch. 1.0(2) . The wind howled relentlessly. Then, the Jade Chakra Dragon thundered once more. Was it wielding the force of the wind, pulling the storm and the avalanche into itself? Or was it weaving something deeperinflicting the burden of life, foretelling a concept tied to Tash Dali and those tangled in fate? I needed to pull myself together. But I had never seen anything so alive, so heartbreakingly surreal, that it brought tears to my eyes. Master gripped my hand. Drakos trembled in my arms as we trudged through the snow, each step heavier than the last, the icy air slicing at our skin. Drakos, we are supposed to save Tash Dali, across those Himalayan peaks. I glanced upperhaps for the last time. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. And there it was. On the dragons luminous body, floating maps and faces of many beings flickered into existenceno, not maps, but something closer to a Mandala. A shifting, living network of bright, colorful, brain-wave-like patternscircular, linear, layered in Chakra Qi meditative formations beyond anything I could fathom. They glowed like neon constellations, shifting across her form, ever-changing, yet bound to an unseen order. I was rather delighted that my mind could even describe them. "Drakos," I called out, breath hitching, "East, West, South, North; Northeast, Northwest, Southeast, Southwest; Above and Below." A shaky laugh broke past my lips. "But darling, now we aint gonna debate the Western ways, right?" I wiped away my tears. Why does it feel like, suddenly, I know how to describe all this to you, Drakos? It was breathtakingno, beyond breathtaking. JC Dragonyes, immediately I gave The Jade Chakra Dragon a nickname, because somehow, it felt like the right thing to do in this moment. Why? Maybe because my needs, my dreams were still unfinished. Fear twisted in my gut. Something in me had awakeneda built-in ability to contemplate meaning at the worst possible moment. Drakos, we must part now. I looked up. Bracing for death. There was only time for one last glanceat Master. At Drakos. Ah. Another death to add to my life. That of my own. Well, all humans die. You and Iwe die. That happened. Today. 2025.1.1, 21st Centuryintertwined with BCE 1st Century of the being; and A.D. 1st Century of the When Dying Tashī Dalāi Called Out Every Force - Ch. 1.1 (1) When Dying Tash Dali Called Out Every Force - Ch. 1.1 (2) . ?rivera. The voicelow, soft, and impossibly familiardrifted toward me from behind. I turned, breath catching in my throat. Drakos stood there, but not the same Drakos I had known. As he moved, the air seemed to shift with him. His furstill fluffy and warmrippled with iridescent hues, catching the remnants of light in strange, shifting patterns. Shades of jade, gold, and the faintest twilight blue traced the curves of his body, undulating like light dancing across water. His movements, slow and deliberate, left trails of shimmering color in the wake of each step, like the lingering echoes of a dragons wings. Amber eyesonce steady and simplenow flickered with something more, something ancient. They held the same devotion, yet behind them was an unmistakable knowing, a quiet, secretive depth. He wasnt monstrous. He wasnt draconic either. He was something in betweensomething unfinished, as though he were a masterpiece caught in the delicate tension between creation and completion. Yes, he looked like one of those dragon-looking Avatars, white, soft, yet somehow fierce at times. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Drakos? I whispered. My knees felt weak as I took a shaky step toward him. He stood tall, his head reaching my waist, his presence commanding yet calming. The snow swirled around us, though not a single flake landed on his shimmering coat. I thought of how hed shielded me from the avalanche. I thought of the energy that had erupted from the mountain, the brilliance that had seared the skies. You can hear me, he said, his voice like a faint bell carried on the wind. He wasnt speaking aloud. I felt his words deep in my chest, resonating. What happened to you? My voice trembled, swirling like me without ears. . . . ****** . . He tilted his head slightly, as if considering his answer. Ive become... what I was meant to be. A Cosmic Vehicle of the Enlightened Path. A guide for what lies aheadfor you, and for me. And with the change, you can understand these concepts now. You are sixteen. Who sent you? A Cosmic Vehicle of the Enlightened Path. Youve seen some of them. He answered lightly, as if he was grinning. And you may be surprised that they needed usrather, our consciousness energyto make our deaths not happen. And that the call of Tash Dalis dying energy also played a role. And as far as I can fathom nowbefore my rank reaches theirslast but not least, the space and time, you know, the Mandala eons of neon, protons, and electrons churning and churning His words landed strangely in my ears, yet they felt natural, as though Id always known what they meant. As they shifted as softly as snowfall, leaving me in a silence so weighty I thought I had gone deaf, Drakos approached and nudged me gently, snow cascading from his newly transformed figure. Cosmic Vehicle? I repeated, still grappling with the idea. How could I, a fourteen-year-olda wanna-be celestial wand shooter of the Universe Destroyergrasp it overnight? My fingers brushed his furwarm, solid, real. When Dying Tashī Dalāi Called Out -Ch. 1.1 (2) When Dying Tash Dali Called Out -Ch. 1.1 (2) . Possibly just Drakos! No, let me take charge! Hammond Hound? Leonberger? Newfoundland? Mastiff? Drakmast? Or maybe a Great Pyrenees? Youre big, as big as I am and I like your fluffiness. Drakos laughed wholeheartedly. Probably, Im all of them and none of them. I was enigmatic but delighted. Haha! I saw you blush! I never blush. And sometimes, I might show any of me depending on your mood. You know, you can be restless and cocky sometimes. I defended myself immediately. No, I dont! That accusation is appalling. See? There you are. And now youre blushing. Ha! Okay, okay, your caught-ya moment. Big deal. Its good youre comfortable with me here. I almost jumped upit was telepathic! HeI mean, youI mean, we could communicate this way. Itd be fun. Yeah, Drakos! He smiled. And this version of me would be your favorite. You are Drakmast, as you arerocking like a dragon. And as they say, caveat emptorteller beware. Ha! Yeah. So what are you, really? I mean, you know what I mean Where on earth had you even read these Western Latin or Greek words, my little one? Anyway, he continued, I am a type of Dharma protector. We dont need gender to accomplish our jobwe remain neutral. Neither male nor female. But from time to time, out of necessity, I may appear differently. And just like that, he transformedsuddenly a young, beautiful demi-god-like figure, silk robes fluffing away in the air. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. Sometimes, a young novice. Mainly to blend in. You know, thisa young novice. Admirable. Drakosyes, Drakos, Drakmast, and Young Master . . ***** . . Then what do you protect? The Lost Arts of of Deaths Escape and Transcendence: tSharmarkAvatar Codex. Thats a lost for me to take in, Drakos. Drakos hesitated, his amber eyes darkening for a moment. Instead of saying, I dont know everything yet, he said simply, But I know Im continuing my past practices. And as I stood there, my mind racingPast practices? Thats when I heard itclear as day, not from his lips, but from his thoughts: In a timeline spanning both B.C.E. 1st Century, 999,999.1.1; A.D. 1st Century, 999,999.1.1; and now A.D. 2025.1.1, the Lotus-Born Hum? ??? ????? ???Avalokiteshvara emerges, riding on the head of the JC Dragon. You didnt see it. Only certain state of meditation can reach her dimension. Well, I looked up, wow, from this vantage point in the Himalayas, Drakos bestows the secrets of these Arts to all beings belowincluding you, a young kitchen hand, your Himalayan shepherd, me, and of course, our Master Yet, I looked aroundshe was nowhere to be seen I stared up at Drakostaller now, almost at my waist even while seated. His fur shimmered in the faint, ethereal glow of dusk, shifting colors like a river of molten gemstones. This change, He began, carefully choosing his words, it happened because my past practices I embraced dragon like being by choice as Dharma Protector to further my practices at the Adorned Country and also to confron the minions of Yama. We act as the Destroyer of Death instead. Yes, Yama, The Destroyer, I knowSo, you could be a fluffy hammohand, and the Jake drag? I swallowed the word, frowning trying to make figure out the new relationship He tilted his head again, his soft ears twitching, though his fur now bore no resemblance to the dog Id known all my life. I was always more than you could see, he said gently. And now, you must embrace it fullybecause I represent your forceful sid, so, why do you want to run away from yourself and even be afraid? It makes sense, Drakos, and I wanted to know about the faces. Drakoss amber eyes flickered with something I couldnt namean emotion too deep, too raw. The faces were fragments of what lies between worlds. echoes of the dying and the dead, of forces beyond timereaching out for meaning reaching for you. Their presence here was no accident. For whom? My breath hitched, before he answered, I blurted. O! That must be Tash Dali, his energy was chaotic in the midst of calling outI suppose we all have a role to play, ?r-ver. I swallowed hard, my thoughts spinning. But what role? Drakos exhaled slowly, his shimmering form shifting in the dim light. Even I do not fully understand that yet. He paused, then added, But I do know this the avalanche was not an end. It was a beginning. Well, I guess me is so far fetch away The Breath of Change: I and the Wind Element-Ch. 1.2 (1) The Breath of Change: I and the Wind Element-Ch. 1.2 (1) . "Drakos, I discovered somethingsome kind of shining energy wand that might be able to stand against the destroyer of universes. Is it connected to all of this?" "Yes and no, ?ri. Its too soon to say. First, you need to find them. Then, you have to learn how to align them with your chakra points through meditation. And even then it will demand a lot from you." "Does that mean I could be the chosen one?" The mountain path stretched before us, a winding trail disappearing into the mist. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of my thoughts pressing down as much as the altitude. Drakos walked beside me, his presence a silent comfort against the vastness of the world around us. . "Drakos... this whole thing about dyingit makes my skin crawl," I confessed, my voice barely more than a whisper. The admission hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, much like the wounds I carried within. Memories of my mother''s tear-streaked face flashed before me. After my triplet sister ?r-E?r???... Its too heart-crunching to imagine how she had felt. I know Mom wanted me to be adopted by Master and stay at the Practice House, to remain safe within its familiar walls. Too much fear. Too much of that after the demise of our Dad. But I had been stubborn. I gave in to my desire, not my needs. And the stupidityignorant about my ignorance, knowing nothing yet about anything. Was I trying to prove myself? Prove that I had the ability to fathom? Far from it. Perhaps, subconsciously, to escape the shadows of my past? "Maybe Mom was right. I shouldve stayed at the Practice House. Just a kitchen hand, like she wanted. I shouldnt have" My voice faltered as I swallowed hard, the taste of regret bitter on my tongue. My fingers brushed against Drakos''s fur, seeking solace in its softness. "I shouldnt have argued with her. Grandma was against it too, you know? She called Masters teachings... satanic." Drakos tilted his head, his amber eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that words couldn''t convey. "And yet, your mom still sent you. She believed in something for you, little onesomething beyond what you can see now. You do know she had her reasons, dont you? She fought for this, for you, even when it meant going against what others thought was best. Dont let the past misfortunesthe fear, the paintake root in you now. Her sacrifices werent meant to weigh you down. They were meant to lift you." His words pierced through the fog of my doubts, illuminating truths I had been too blind to see. Could it be that my mother had seen potential in me, a destiny intertwined with the very path I now tread? Its apparent Mom couldnt handle all three of usjust like what happened to Grandma, who also had triplets. Her way was more subtle, naming them Mongolia1 to Mongolia3. Ours? Different. Hidden better with our last-first names. And now, after all this, I had to give into leave my home and village, even though I had felt so strongly about staying, about helping with the laborious chores, mending the bulls, preparing my strength all just to find out more about the wand energy things. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. . ****** . I looked away, the wind biting at my face, mirroring the turmoil within. "Lets talk about something else," I said quickly, my voice trembling. I tried to steady myself and spoke loudertoo loudwithout realizing Master wasnt even nearby. "The Wind Element. Masters been trying so hard to teach it to me... maybe if we focus on that, Ill feel less... less like this." Drakos leaned closer, his voice low and steady, grounding me amidst the storm of my emotions. "Are you sure? I know the dying thing unsettles youit unsettles everyone. But running from it wont help. Its... part of what were here to understand. Especially you." He paused, his gaze flickering with hesitation. "I know its hard, not that I mean to bring up your dads death, but..." The mention of Dad again was like a dagger to the heart. His absence had left a void, a chasm of unanswered questions and unresolved grief. I had buried those feelings deep, hoping that by ignoring them, they would stop haunting me. But here, on this path, with the wind whispering secrets and Drakos by my side, the past felt inescapable. You might wonderwhat on earth does the Wind Element have to do with snow, earth, or anything else? I wonder too. And if I dont get it, then whats the point of learning it? Why even bother teaching us? I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and closed my eyes. Master always spoke of the Wind Element as more than just a physical force. It was about freedom. About letting go. About embracing the unknown. What does that even mean? Id rather learn practical thingsshooting arrows, riding horses, trapping runaway animals, doing hard chores. Could I really grasp anything wisdom was trying to shove at me and Tenzinmy best friend at the Practice House, high up in the Himalayas, where the wind howled non-stop almost all year? Could I, like the others who spent so much time and effort in those seasonal sessions, actually let the futures what-to-must-know guide merather than fearing where it might lead? "I want to understand," I said finally, opening my dry, lethargic eyes to meet Drakoss steady gaze. He looked different now. Handsome, in a way. "Not just the Wind Element, but... everything. My fears, my past, my purpose. I want to face it all." Drakos nodded, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "That''s the spirit, little one. Embracing the wind means embracing change, uncertainty, and even the shadows of our past. Its not an easy path, but its the only way to truly soar." I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and closed my eyes. Master had often spoken of the Wind Element as more than just a physical force. It was a manifestation of freedom, of letting go, of embracing the unknown. Could I learn to harness it? To let it guide me, rather than fearing where it might lead? "I want to understand," I said finally, opening my eyes to meet Drakos''s steady gaze. "Not just the Wind Element, but... everything. My fears, my past, my purpose. I want to face it all." Drakos nodded, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "That''s the spirit, little one. Embracing the wind means embracing change, uncertainty, and even the shadows of our past. It''s not an easy path, but it''s the only way to truly soar." As we continued our ascent, the path growing steeper and the air thinner, I felt a shift within me. The weight of my doubts began to lighten, replaced by a burgeoning resolve. The journey ahead was fraught with challenges, but with Drakos by my side and the teachings of the Wind Element guiding me, I felt ready to face whatever lay beyond the next bend. For the first time, the wind didn''t feel like an adversary. It felt like an ally, urging me forward, whispering promises of discovery and growth. And as I took the next step, I realized that perhaps, in embracing the wind, I was also embracing myself. Suddenly, a face surfaced in my mind?ri-rel, my twin sister. And then... another. ?ri'' my triplet sister. The one who was never born. It felt like something had lodged in my throat, tightening, choking. The Breath of Change: ?ri and the Wind Element-Ch. 1.2 (2) The Breath of Change: ?ri and the Wind Element-Ch. 1.2 (2) . Eventually, I gathered the courage. Drakos, my twin Sister, ?ri-rel, do you remember her? Lets not talk about that. Lets talk about the dharma teaching: the element of Wind, okay? The wind. It seemed like such a simple thing, didnt it? Just air, brushing against you, sometimes warm, sometimes cold. But there was more to it. It carried memories, whispers of what was, and maybe echoes of what could be. Drakos nodded, sensing my thoughts. His voice softened, reverent, like a hymn. The wind isnt just something you feel on your skin, ?ri. Its the breath of the world itself. Its the link between all thingsbetween consciousness and form, between realms. I thought back to Masters words: The wind is the bridge between what is and what was. Between what is present and what flows beyond. The thought struck me again, heavy but true: could wind really be that important? Drakoss words earlier about Tash drifted back, their weight undeniable. So, the wind... it carries everything we see todayall the lights, all the shadows, all the faces, forms, sounds, smells, tastes. And, of course, the ultimate consciousness: our souls. Yes, I said softly, it whispers and roars all that we are made ofour feelings, our thoughts, our movements, our consciousness. The wind holds it all. And through the four elements, we understand the whole: ? Earth for stability, ? Water for adaptability, ? Fire for transformation, and ? Wind for movement. Drakos nodded, a small smile gracing his face. Yes. And beyond movement, Wind is the all-encompassing force of consciousness. Its the energy vehicle of all existence. Wouldnt you agree? If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. I hesitated, but the words felt true. Together, they carry the grounding force of our being. Wind carries... everything. And when we exhale for the last time, when we die, its windconsciousnessthat carries our soul out of our body. Drakoss voice grew quieter, almost a whisper. That is why, ?ri, the Wind Element matters so much. It is the energy vehicle to break through... to help us reach full potential when the time comes. When you saw Tashs dying consciousness, the power you witnessed was the revelation of our full potential. Now, do you see? Wind isnt just an elementits the movement of everything within us, of everything we are. My breath hitched. His words seemed to echo within me, lighting up corners of my mind I hadnt dared to explore before. I wanted to believe it all. But belief was one thing. Feeling it was another. Fear still clung to me like a second skin, whispering that the unknown was dangerous, that accepting this truth would change me in ways I couldnt yet comprehend. I clenched my fists at my sides, my heartbeat hammering in my ears like the wind itself trying to break through the barriers I had built. Drakos watched me carefully. Youre afraid. I let out a slow breath. Yes. And I hate that I am. Theres no shame in fear, ?ri. Fear is movement too. Fear shifts us, forces us to confront what wed rather ignore. Just like the wind, fear is a force. But whether it carries you forward or pushes you backthat choice is yours. I stared at him, his golden eyes reflecting the fading light of the sky. He made it sound so simple. As if embracing the wind meant embracing all of myselfmy pain, my past, my fears. Could I do that? The thought of Tash surfaced again. His fading consciousness, the power that had surged through him in his final moments. If the Wind Element was truly the bridge between life and death, then it meant more than just learning a skillit was understanding existence itself. Master had always said that we were meant to move, not stagnate. That life was meant to flow, to carry us, not hold us in place. I clenched my jaw. Say no more, Drakos. I believe it now, after all the opinions thrown at me over the years. I cant understand how people could have been so ignorant about such an important truththe truth of the Wind Element, the breath that shapes our very being. Yes, dear Drakos, eternally, I salute Master, I love you, and all who teach. But I couldnt lie to myself: fear and desperation still gripped me. Drakoss expression softened. Then hold onto that belief. Let it be the starting point, not the end. Fear doesnt vanish overnight. It lingers, but so does the wind. One day, youll let it carry you instead of fighting against it. I let my gaze drift to the horizon. The wind pressed against me, not as an enemy, but as something that had always been there, waiting. Maybe, just maybe, I was ready to listen. Why Drakos’s Face Shifts to Fierce? –Ch. 1.3(1) Why Drakoss Face Shifts to Fierce? CCh. 1.3(1) The wind. It seemed like such a simple thing, didnt it? Just air, brushing against you, sometimes warm, sometimes cold. But there was more to it. It carried memories, whispers of what was, and maybe echoes of what could be. Drakos nodded, sensing my thoughts. His voice softened, reverent, like a hymn. The wind isnt just something you feel on your skin, ?ri. Its the breath of the world itself. Its the link between all thingsbetween consciousness and form, between realms. I thought back to Masters words: The wind is the bridge between what is and what was. Between what is present and what flows beyond. The thought struck me again, heavy but true: could wind really be that important? Drakoss words earlier about Tash drifted back, their weight undeniable. So, the wind... it carries everything we see todayall the lights, all the shadows, all the faces, forms, sounds, smells, tastes. And, of course, the ultimate consciousness: our souls. Yes, I said softly, it whispers and roars all that we are made ofour feelings, our thoughts, our movements, our consciousness. The wind holds it all. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. And through the four elements, we understand the whole: ? Earth for stability, ? Water for adaptability, ? Fire for transformation, and ? Wind for movement. Drakos nodded, a small smile gracing his face. Yes. And beyond movement, Wind is the all-encompassing force of consciousness. Its the energy vehicle of all existence. Wouldnt you agree? I hesitated, but the words felt true. Together, they carry the grounding force of our being. Wind carries... everything. And when we exhale for the last time, when we die, its windconsciousnessthat carries our soul out of our body. Drakoss voice grew quieter, almost a whisper. That is why, ?ri, the Wind Element matters so much. It is the energy vehicle to break through... to help us reach full potential when the time comes. When you saw Tashs dying consciousness, the power you witnessed was the revelation of our full potential. Now, do you see? Wind isnt just an elementits the movement of everything within us, of everything we are. My breath hitched. His words seemed to echo within me, lighting up corners of my mind I hadnt dared to explore before. I wanted to believe it all. But belief was one thing. Feeling it was another. Fear still clung to me like a second skin, whispering that the unknown was dangerous, that accepting this truth would change me in ways I couldnt yet comprehend. I clenched my fists at my sides, my heartbeat hammering in my ears like the wind itself trying to break through the barriers I had built. Drakos watched me carefully. Youre afraid. I let out a slow breath. Yes. And I hate that I am. Theres no shame in fear, ?ri. Fear is movement too. Fear shifts us, forces us to confront what wed rather ignore. Just like the wind, fear is a force. But whether it carries you forward or pushes you backthat choice is yours.