Leon materialized back at his training spot on the rocky mountain, the familiar weight of solitude settling over him like a comfortable cloak. The eternal twilight cast long shadows across the jagged stone, and the cool mountain air filled his lungs as he centered himself.
Time to get back to work.
He raised his hands, and white light immediately gathered around his palms, responding to his will with increasing ease. The luminescence pooled and swirled, taking shape according to his intent. But as he manipulated the radiant energy, forming it into increasingly complex patterns, he felt the limitations clearly.
Nearly not enough, he thought with frustration, watching the light construct wobble slightly when he pushed it too far. My control is improving, but it's nowhere near where it needs to be.
