In the the training room, a faint golden glow danced at the tip of Aurelion's spear.
Another week had passed. Aurelion, while keeping the weight of his new identity and the potential of his Seal in a corner of his mind, had shuttled between brutal physical training sessions, frustrating balloon attempts, and now, energy control with the spear.
Aurelion was in the starting position of the Single Strike Technique Roric had taught.
He had taken a side stance, gripping the spear with both hands. His eyes were locked on the damaged training dummy opposite him.
He took a deep breath, pulling his mind into state of void. He focused lightly on the Libra Seal in his palms, feeling that balancing warmth emanating from it.
He planted his feet more firmly on the ground, bending his knees slightly. He brought the spear closer to his right side and tensed his arm muscles.
