A week passed in the blink of an eye. For Ethan, time had taken on a different texture. He spent nearly every hour within the Soul Sanctuary, a mental training ground where Crul simulated hundreds of combat scenarios.
He had come to a grim realization: his old techniques were becoming obsolete. While his lightning and gravity manipulation could terrorize the inhabitants of this world, they would be little more than static to the Outsiders. He needed to be more than a powerhouse; he needed to be a ghost, a blade, a master of the Void.
"Again," Ethan grunted, his phantom form in the sanctuary dodging a flurry of crystalline projectiles from a simulated high-tier combatant.
[Master, your reaction time has improved by 14%,] Crul reported, her voice steady as she adjusted the simulation's difficulty. [But remember, against an Outsider, flexibility is your only shield. Your dagger and your Amethyst Body are the only things that truly matter.]
