Leon stood alone on the obsidian training platform, the rest of his party watching from a safe distance. The scroll containing the Karmic Loop technique had disintegrated after imprinting its contents deep into his Shell Core. Now came the harder part — tempering it.
Each movement he made was deliberate. Not flashy. Not explosive. But precise — as if painting motion across the canvas of existence. Shell Reverb techniques didn't just demand strength, they demanded understanding. To wield Karmic Loop, Leon had to engrave the memory of each motion into his body with absolute clarity. Every step. Every impact. Every recoil.
He took a breath, flicked his wrist — a simple jab.
Then, a breath later, repeated it in perfect reverse.
Again.
And again.
Until his nerves buzzed with the rhythm of combat, like echo chambers vibrating with kinetic resonance. He trained until his muscles burned, until his internal Shell Pulse aligned with the world's tempo itself.
