Unlike the usual brightness, the training room was completely shrouded in darkness, the vast space plunging into pitch blackness, with cylindrical pillars rising from the ground, crisscrossing to form an endless labyrinth.
Bologue stood at the center of the labyrinth, entirely enveloped in darkness, the only sound remaining was his calm breathing.
Since coming to the Order Bureau, Bologue decided to train here, to master the next Ethereal Skill.
Closing his eyes, Bologue calmed his mind, all his senses becoming extremely sharp, with his connection to the ether gradually deepening, he could faintly glimpse a water-like presence in the darkness.
The ether flow.
"The ether gathers and intertwines, flowing like water, omnipresent and wantonly rippling, forming a vast ocean."
Hart's voice echoed in his mind. As a Condenser of the Origin School, Bologue had been seeking Hart's guidance on the techniques of Ethereal Skills for the past few months.
