The next morning, Allen opened his eyes, sensing the new Will Rune freshly engraved in his Sea of Consciousness.
The deep blue potion he took last night worked far better than expected, boosting his training speed by nearly a fifth.
The growth in his Spiritual Power was directly reflected in the speed at which he could engrave Runes and the finesse of his Magic Power control. This was a fundamental improvement that no amount of skill could replace.
'Taking potions really is a shortcut in training.'
After his morning public lecture, Allen went to Master Mercer's office.
He had just stepped inside when Victor followed right behind him.
The heir to the Tieyan Clan stood to one side with a complex expression, likely still bitter about his defeat in yesterday's competition.
Mercer's teaching Golem was standing before a workbench, its brass mechanical arms adjusting something on a screen of light.
It turned around, its face showing no emotion.
