Once the physical sparring concluded and Arya stepped back to cool down, Zaeryn did not stop. He transitioned immediately into training his powers.
Standing on the edge of the patio, he trained for another hour until he felt like he had made some real progress today. None of it was visible yet, because his system stats were still sitting exactly where they had been yesterday, but he could feel the difference underneath the numbers, the way the energy answered him a fraction faster and held its shape a fraction longer.
Completely drained but riding the high of a productive session, Zaeryn let the golden energy of his vitae weaving dissolve into harmless sparks. His muscles ached with a heavy, satisfying burn. He headed inside the quiet house and sank into a steaming hot bath, letting the heat soak the deep tension right out of his bones.
Back in the capitol sector — Palace corridor.
