A month had passed since that night on the rocky promontory. Sulyvhan had maintained a strict training rhythm. Every day, he rose before dawn, went alone to the same isolated spot and spent long hours there. He alternated meditation and sword practice without interruption. No one came to disturb him. He had chosen this place precisely for its solitude.
His progress was constant. He now managed to bring out his internal energy voluntarily and in a controlled manner. The silver aura appeared when he decided, dense and stable around his body. He had given a name to this technique: Sundering Eclipse. The name had come to him naturally. It evoked the silent power that cut everything in its path.
