Within Drak'thar, Owen stood in the center of the arena with his fists raised and sweat dripping from his chin. His breathing was controlled and His focus was absolute.
Across from him, Gorvax circled.
"Again."
Owen didn't hesitate. His fist shot forward—not wild or full force like it has been with Bhiran, But Controlled. Cosmic energy gathered at his knuckles, condensed, then released in a short burst.
CRACK!
The air cracked as the shockwave rippled across the floating island, scattering dust.
Gorvax didn't dodge as He didn't need to. The burst stopped a foot from his chest.
"Better," he said. "You're no longer wasting everything into one move."
Owen lowered his fist. His CE reserves had dropped only five points. A week ago, the same punch would have cost him fifty.
"Your base CE has increased," Gorvax continued. "From 100 to 250. The Restoration-Cultivation-Technique (RCT) is working."
Owen nodded. He could feel it. the denser core, the smoother flow.
