Mahina took Abraão to her secluded cabin in the lunar mountains, a peaceful place overlooking the 1000 moons. She cared for him like a mother: preparing warm meals of lunar roots and herbs, healing wounds with ointments, listening to his stories at night. "You are strong, Abraham. Your pain will become a shield."
Over time, the bond grew. Abraham began to call her "mother"—first accidentally, then affectionately. "Mother... teach me to fight?" She smiled: "Yes, son. But my technique is considered the worst: the 'Vigil'. It's slow, defensive... most prefer cursed techniques that kill quickly. But I am the best at it. It guards what matters, redirects evil back."
She began to teach: hours of meditation under the moons, slowly spinning the sword to create barriers. Abraham used his old sword, mixing it with instincts — cuts that "echoed" slightly. His level rose to 70 with basic training. Reflections: "Mother saved me... I will honor Grandma and Elijah. I will not fail again."
Months later, one night, while Abraham was practicing his mother's technique (creating weak barriers), something fell from the sky: the divine cell phone.