The flow of Qi pouring from Safa's body had grown so overwhelming that Raze no longer needed to rely on instinct; he was certain of what was occurring. He had felt breakthroughs before, both his own and those of others. He had witnessed the transition from beginner stages into the middle realm. He had even sensed breakthroughs that bordered on miraculous.
But nothing he had ever seen, neither in Pagna nor Alterian, could compare to what was unfolding before him now.
This wasn't a steady elevation of power.
This was an eruption, violent, radiant, divine.
And only one conclusion fit.
She's reaching the Divine Stage… here, in Alterian.
Raze slowly lowered himself to one knee, not out of weakness, but because the shockwaves of Qi rolling off Safa were heavy enough to make even him brace himself. He tightened his grip on the ground to stop from sliding any farther as the wind-like pressure beat against him.
