He felt the weight of earth, not as stone, but as foundation. Duty. Loyalty. The stillness inside a soul that never breaks.
He felt the breath of wind, not as motion, but as freedom. Restlessness. The pure, unchained spirit that moves because nothing is meant to stay.
He felt the flow of water, not as softness, but as resilience. The quiet surrender that survives anything. The grace to bend without breaking.
He felt the fire inside himself, not as destruction, but as life uncontained. Desire. Fury. Passion that screamed 'I exist, and I will not be ignored!'
This… this is what they meant.
It wasn't about techniques or cultivation theory.
It was about emotion. About letting the soul align with the element, not tame it.
Embody it.
His core screamed again, and then opened.
The storm didn't stop.
It synchronized.
Fire no longer fought water. Wind no longer escaped earth. The chaos spiraled inward, into a harmony deeper than logic could follow.
Quinlan's soul bloomed.
