Garion pushed open the doors to the private training hall, stepping inside with a lazy wave.
"I leave you two alone for one week and nobody died, huh? Not bad."
Raviel sat cross-legged on the floor, sweat dripping down his jaw. He lifted his head, breathing hard but steady.
"I can feel it… about ninety-nine percent of my cells have turned into mana-core cells."
Garion blinked.
"Ninety-nine? Wow. So being third-realm really does pack a stupid amount of mana. No wonder you're evolving faster than my disciples."
Raviel let out a tired laugh. "It felt like my whole body was melting."
Garion smirked. "Good sign. If it doesn't feel like you're dying, you're doing it wrong."
He turned to Aveline.
"You?"
Aveline exhaled slowly, wiping sweat from her brow. "Around ninety-five percent."
Garion nodded approvingly. "Nice. You're both ahead of schedule."
He clapped his hands once, eyes bright with mischief.
"Alright, Raviel. Prepare yourself."
Raviel blinked. "Prepare? For what?"
