Two weeks had passed relatively quickly. Zaroth had begun to tap into the will of the world, though he still needed much more training before he could use its power effectively in offensive attacks.
Vera, however, was a natural-born talent—or so the naked elf claimed. She wielded the power like it was barely an inconvenience. She could coat her body in protective barriers and infuse her strikes with energy. Though still far from being considered a true threat, her progress was remarkable.
Ari, too, had gained a far better understanding of her abilities. Unlike the others, she was an elf. She seemed to intuitively grasp things, sometimes simply by observing. Her combat strength, along with her control, had improved many times over. She had even sparred with Zaroth and Eldros after their training sessions, managing to match their strength—impressive in its own right.
