The air between Kael and Liam vibrated with a dense silence, loaded with all the unformulated questions of the young man. Liam felt his mind a nebula, a blank canvas ready to be impregnated with the wisdom emanating from Kael. Kael's deep gaze, which had scrutinized the most hidden corners of Liam's being, now softened slightly, like the sun emerging after a storm, promising clarity. It was not a gaze of judgment, but of profound understanding, of one who has seen countless naked souls before him.

"Liam," Kael's voice resonated, not like an echo in the vast room, but like a vibration directly in the young man's chest, "you say 'I don't know'. And that, precisely, is your door. Your purity, your lack of preconceived knowledge, makes you the ideal receptacle. You are not an empty vessel, but an open one, without the adhesions and burdens that often limit those who think they know everything."

Kael took another step forward, his imposing presence filling the space without overwhelming. "The Black Power, as you perceive it at this moment, is not simply a matter of pigment, Liam. It is the essence of resistance, the strength forged in millennia of adversity, the wisdom born of resilience. It is the ability to see beyond appearances, to feel the pulse of the earth beneath your feet, to connect with a lineage of survivors and creators. It is the dominion over oneself, a discipline born of the need to survive and thrive against wind and tide."

Liam felt a shiver run down his spine, not from cold, but from recognition. Suddenly, Kael's gazes not only saw him, but also transmitted a story, an experience that his own existence had never touched. Kael, with a slow and deliberate gesture, extended a hand, not to touch him, but to point to a point beyond Liam, towards a window that revealed the night sky dotted with stars.

"Why do you, Liam, ask? Because Power does not reside in similarity, but in the tension of opposites. In the clash of light and shadow, whiteness and blackness. In your lack of experience in this realm, there exists the opportunity for a true immersion, for an authentic transformation. I do not seek a reflection of myself, but a soul willing to learn to feel power in its purest and most elemental form, to strip away superficial bonds and find its own strength in surrender to a deeper understanding."

Kael's eyes returned to Liam, his gaze now not only intense, but inviting, like a lighthouse in the darkness. "You are the crucible, Liam. The malleable raw material that, when exposed to this primordial energy, can forge something completely new. It is a debate not of words, but of souls. Are you willing to feel it, to let it mold you?"