Liam spent the next several days silently meditating in the same spot in his room. The room had arrays for ambient mana and focus, and was top-notch without him doing anything. The sect's living quarters were tailored to the needs of its disciples, and Liam's current status as an alchemy prodigy ensured he had access to some of the best.
Walls lined with subtle rune formations breathed in tandem with the flow of mana, drawing in spiritual energy from the surroundings and concentrating it in a delicate spiral around him. The floor beneath his seated form faintly glowed, stabilizing his body and spirit, and dulling all sound from the outside world.
Days passed in near-perfect stillness. Liam didn't move, didn't speak, didn't eat. His breathing was imperceptible.
