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Since ancient times, people believed that beautiful gems held a mysterious power. In this fantasy world, that belief proved true. The purer and finer the stone, the stronger the Myst within it.
“In my world, nothing like that existed,” Ketal said.
A flawless jewel on Earth was only a pretty stone to anyone who did not agree on its worth. If no one assigned it value, a gem amounted to nothing at all.
It was not only gems. When the Mortal Realm was formed, ancient lakes took root alongside the land and, over time, began to hold their own depth of wonder. The Fairy’s Lake was the most famous of such places.
“In my world, a lake like that is simply old water. If it dries up and rots, the world does not change even a breath.”
Even a great tree like the World Tree would be nothing more than a big tree. People might marvel and call it rare, yet inside it no special force slept. On Earth, nature existed as simple phenomenon. No spirits nested there. Tornadoes, tsunamis, and wildfires yielded to physical explanation. Magic amounted to tricks of the hand and the eye.
Endless training only wore a body out, and meditation meant nothing more than observing one’s own mind.
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