Nathan Lockwood felt like an artisan using ancient methods to carve jade, slowly grinding away the gray, dusty stone that weighed Zoe Pierce down.
Clearly, Zoe Pierce was even more desperate for this power than he was. She agreed to every single one of his demands.
Her control over her spiritual power grew more focused. She could now execute the simplest psionic attacks without much mental effort at all.
"Your stamina is lacking."
After practicing the entire morning, Zoe Pierce was drenched in sweat. Her spirit sea was completely drained, unable to muster even another wisp of power, and her arms ached from being held up for so long.
But since Nathan Lockwood hadn't called for a break, Zoe Pierce didn't stop.
Hearing his assessment of her stamina now, Zoe Pierce stubbornly pursed her lips and pushed herself to continue.
A flicker of a smile crossed Nathan Lockwood's eyes. He tapped Zoe Pierce's raised elbow. "All right, take a break."
