Psychic Mana is from the mist shrouded highlands of Ushguli, a village cradled by the ancient peaks of the Caucasus, my lineage was carved in whispers of power and shadows of secrets. I am not merely a practitioner; I am the heir to a legacy passed down through generations of...
Psychic Mana is from the mist shrouded highlands of Ushguli, a village cradled by the ancient peaks of the Caucasus, my lineage was carved in whispers of power and shadows of secrets. I am not merely a practitioner; I am the heir to a legacy passed down through generations of witches, an ancient bloodline steeped in the arcane. For more than 35 years, I have wielded the sacred arts, my gift awakening in childhood, an awakening not by choice but by destiny
My village was a realm apart, a place where the veils between worlds are thin, where the winds carry the murmurs of forgotten spirits, and the mountains stand like silent witnesses to the rites of my ancestors
From a young age, I have known the touch of the otherworldly. The angels spoke in whispers of light, offering wisdom and guidance. The entities, some benevolent, others shadowed taught me of power and patience. And the djinn ancient beings of fire and wind, tested my will, yet became allies to those who knew their true names
