Moon's proficiency climbed steadily with the new approach, threading the Freezing Cold property into the integration alongside the pure element.
Seventy became eighty. Eighty crept toward ninety.
At ninety, a thought struck him.
He'd taken the technique as far as static practice and basic drills could carry it. What he needed now was an active opponent, something that could move, react, and pressure him into maintaining the assimilation under real conditions.
Moon didn't want to ask Selene or Yara because he would need to hold back against them, and he would rather have them rest in the lounge instead.
Thankfully, he had the perfect training partner. Moon summoned his newly acquired Beast Soul with a massive smile of anticipation on his face.
The southern commander appeared in the training room in a shimmer of pale light, both blades in hand. It stood just a few meters away from Moon, waiting loyally for its orders.
