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I really didn’t have patience for Gordius’ lectures now. “Your Meditation—” “I already meditated, Gordius.” I butted in timely. “I did that yesterday and I did that today.” I reminded him. “Yes. I know. But it’s not something you do and stop. Mediation has to be a recurrent activity in the life of the Champion. You’re the bridge between Chaos and Peace, Ciril so you have to keep being in the middle of both of them— and the only way to do this is by meditating. Frequently.” He said and I nodded.

I added hopefully. He stared at me curiously, searching my face, before giving another slow nod. “Fair enough. Show me what you’ve got first.” Marcus shifted me gently off his lap and onto the bed beside him, then stood and stretched, giving me a full view of his toned torso. He pointed to my already prepared desk where my notes, highlighters, and the open history textbook waited.

“You’re slipping, I can feel it. Your mind is not in the right place for this next lesson.” I gasped and sprang to my feet, “Marla, no! I am. I was just…I’m sorry. I didn’t understand what you were saying and my mind wandered off.” She regarded me impassively, “You were not supposed to understand anything, not yet. Which was why I asked you to meditate.” She replied, “Your mind needs to be at complete rest before we can move on. You have seen the energy you can produce, but now, the most important thing of all. Balance.”

I closed my eyes, thinking about him, only to open them the next minute reproving myself for wasting time. I was supposed to be reading those books I borrowed. I decided to sift through a few to find some clue, anything that helped me understand this madness. I kept getting distracting finding random objects in Marcus's bedroom. Reading those wooden tablets and parchment scrolls was pretty boring compared to exploring his stuff. I caught myself multiple times snooping around and went back to reluctantly to read some more. I found a scroll about Hermeticism that Selma talked about yesterday. There was something called a lament by Thoth, an Egyptian god known to the Romans as Mercury.

Notably, one section detailed methods for unlocking the pineal gland. Initially, Charlie felt excited while reading it, but his enthusiasm quickly gave way to unease. Deciding to hold off on delving deeper into that particular section, he chose instead to browse through other parts of the book. After the Apocalyptic Heart Formula, there was a self-narrative by Master Marcius himself, which briefly introduced his life and the real intention of writing this book. In his description, the reason why he wrote the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book and circulated it around the world via special means was to find an heir who could inherit his mantle.

I spotted a few prestigious business awards, several academic accolades, and even a humanitarian recognition. The big bad mafia lord was a nerd in disguise, a genius even. I was impressed, so much so that I strolled over to the bookshelf, scanning the titles. Philosophy, economics, psychology... Xavier's reading list was eclectic and intimidating. I pulled out a worn leather-bound book, "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. He had read this multiple times. I sank into Xavier's high-backed chair, feeling a little too comfortable. My legs crossed on the desk in front of me. I ran my fingers over the cool wood.

Thea nodded. She answered honestly, “I was bored at home and went through a few pages. The text is written in an archaic script from a thousand years ago and records some acupuncture techniques. I didn’t understand much, but the meditation method seemed interesting. It allowed one to calm down. Once a person’s mind is clear, it’ll make it much easier to think about complicated things.” James was surprised. He never expected Thea to be able to read the words within the medical book. Moreover, she even comprehended the meditation methods.

" The morning light shifted slowly across the high windows. Silver-grey bar by silver-grey bar. First to third to fifth. The temperature in the room dipped beneath Silas's ash pheromones. It edged back up as Rex's rekindled flames licked the stove. Aurelius had made the coffee too sweet. He would not admit to the extra spoonful of honey. Cain's fingers tapped against his sword hilt. The rhythm perfectly matched Silas's recitation of the Code. What Elias wrote in his notebook were not notes. They were lines of medicinal formulas. Every one bore her name as a base ingredient. Outside the window, the grey wolf's tail swept across the floor. Once. Again. Three thousand six hundred and twenty-one

"You mock him." "How dare you suggest such a thing? I would never." Marcus moved past her, reaching for a book from her stack. He thumbed through the pages, back turned to Sidia. She was about to try and press him further but stopped as he started reading out loud. "I heard a thousand blended notes, while in a grove I sate reclined, in that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to mind. To her fair works did Nature link the human soul that through me ran; and much it grieved my heart to think what man has made of man."

He took out the only book on the shelf and handed it to Andrius. Andrius picked it up and saw that it had an ancient aura. The title read: “Hades’ Axiom”. He flipped through the pages. The first right page was a diagram of blood vessels, and the left page was a corresponding passage from the axiom. “To achieve ultimate emptiness, maintain profound stillness. Observe all that exists as they rise, return to their roots after they grow and flourish...” As Andrius read, he could not help but be drawn by the contents. He sat down cross-legged and began cultivating according to the instructions in the book. It was an incredibly profound cultivation manual.