After ten more brutal hours, Razeal finally exhaled a long, ragged breath that barely counted as relief.
He wasn't a master. Not yet. But he could do it now. And by do it, he meant surviving the process mostly.
Sure, sometimes a limb vanished. A hand reduced to bare bone. A chunk of his arm missing, skin muscles and veins clean off Fully. Minor details.
But that didn't matter. What mattered was this: Razeal could hit now. Very Hard of that actually. Hard enough to break things that shouldn't break atleast not by gentle and beautiful looking hands of his.
Ask how much force he was ignoring just to keep his body from turning inside out?
Try this: 100 million times.
Not 1. Not a 0.1 or even a 0.001. Nope not even a millionth. A hundred million times less than full output, and even that pushed his body into full system atomfied.
It was absolute bullshit.
Because what he was trying to harness wasn't some magical wind or sword slash.
It was tectonic energy.
