Martin sat cross-legged in the middle of the blood-stained arena, his back straight, his hands resting lightly on his knees. He closed his eyes.
The silence was thick.
He breathed slowly.
In.
Out.
There were no more spells flying toward him, no more chains clinking, or wings slashing through the air. No blood magic tearing the room apart.
Only him, his thoughts, and the rising power within his body.
"Good..."
"Now..."
"It did really take a long time to kill them all, but not long enough to make a huge difference that I had expected."
He repeated the words mentally as he sunk into his own consciousness, letting his mind run over everything again.
The increase was undeniable.
He could feel the additional 2% coursing through every cell, reinforcing the very foundation of his core.
