The week that followed tested Aurelion's patience and willpower anew each day.
Aurelion sat in the middle of the stone floor, surrounded by the countless popped balloons.
He was focused on the new, balloon in his hand. For a week, he had spent hours every afternoon on this exercise, and the point he had reached was pitiful.
When he shut out the external world with his void focus, his entire being locked onto that colorful latex piece in his palm.
However, even with the most intense concentration, the progress he made was pathetic. Twenty seconds. That was the maximum time he could fill a balloon with his energy without popping it in his best attempt.
Twenty damned seconds. He hadn't even been able to start training to channel energy into his spear yet. At this rate, the punishment he would receive at the end of Roric's two week deadline would probably be weeks without sleep.
