Wrock sat crosslegged on top of a hill. Silently he meditated, a peaceful expression on his face.
If someone was to watch this from an outside perspective, they would catch glimpses of blue embers floating around Wrock.
Currently Wrock was increasing his Spirit. A slow and tedious process to increase the max amount he can use.
Wrock could see the blue flame inside him. It slowly flickered about, a picture of a Phoenix appearing occasionally. This was the source of his Spirit, but it wasn't what he used in battle. Instead it worked like a generator, constantly producing usable Spirit for whatever Wrock desired to use it for. The amount of Spirit he was able to create was based around the amount he could store.
If put into mathematical terms, it was around 5% an hour. Meaning it takes nearly a full day for him to recover completely, granted he used his entire stockpile that is.
