Beneath the lightning tree, Grey, Reynolds, and Void sat in cultivation. Grey and Reynolds remained cross-legged with their eyes closed, while Void lay stretched on the ground. Lightning arcs circled their bodies as they drew in the pure essence around them.
Two days had already passed. In that time they had barely left the area beneath the canopy. After the short flight that brought them here, they had remained seated, focused entirely on training.
Grey's eyes opened. A thoughtful look crossed his face as he glanced at Reynolds and Void. Both were still deep in their own cultivation, so he chose not to disturb them. He rose quietly and flew up onto one of the lower branches of the lightning tree.
