A week had blurred into a relentless rhythm of sweat, breakthroughs, and controlled chaos. Every morning and long into the evenings, Alectra and I repeated the dance—refining Death propulsion through my feet until it left the ground pristine, channeling Life energy through our joined arms with surgical gentleness, and manifesting soulflame platforms that obeyed my will like extensions of thought.
We failed spectacularly at first, crashing through barriers and leaving temporary craters that Rentt's Wood affinity quickly mended.
But persistence paid off. The movements grew fluid, instinctive.
Then we introduced Dualflow.
If regular mana was a steady river, Dualflow was a cataclysmic ocean—roughly a hundred times more potent, volatile, and demanding.
The first session inside the dome nearly leveled it.
Platforms of violet fire exploded into roaring infernos, Death surges carved ravines, and Life energy backlashed so hard I healed a tree outside the facility by accident.
