The sun lingered on the horizon, painting the sky in its final, fleeting hues.
A cool wind swept past, brushing through Zarek's long golden hair as he sat cross-legged, his gaze fixed steadily ahead.
On the surface, he seemed calm and serene, but invisibly, he was enduring a relentless attack.
Pure Telekinetic Energy crashed against him in invisible waves, each one shattering his defenses. His own Telekinetic Energy, tainted and impure, struggled to hold its ground.
Every time his Telekinetic Energy broke down, a spike of agony stabbed through his mind. Blue veins bulged across his temples under the crushing strain.
Zarek grunted, his jaw clenched tight, but he refused to yield, meeting the pure Telekinetic Energy head-on with his own imperfect Telekinetic Energy.
If he wanted to reach the Grandmaster, then he would have to concentrate his Telekinetic Energy into a purer and more condensed form, which might decrease the quantity; however, the quality of it would be much more.
