The Temple of Light's cultivation wing was quiet at dawn. Raze sat in meditation chamber seven. Cross-legged. Eyes closed. His reconstructed core humming with anticipation.
Sister Elizabeth activated the formation. Mana crystals embedded in the walls began to pulse. Bright. Rhythmic. Like artificial heartbeats.
"Two hours. Standard session. Are you ready?" Her golden eyes were concerned. Professional. She'd seen him during his first session. Knew his capacity.
"Ready."
The formation activated fully.
Whoooosh.
Divine mana flooded the chamber. Pure. Overwhelming. The concentration was immense. Like trying to breathe underwater. Like drowning in power.
Raze's core reacted immediately. His S rank Mana Well pulled. Drew the energy inward. His reconstructed pathways distributed the flow efficiently. Minimized waste. Maximized absorption.
