Astra energy coiled around him like a daughter hugging her father as he sat still, unmoving. Unlike fantasy novels where one merely had to sit down and allow mana or other forms of energy from the air to naturally flow into their core, the world of Crymora functioned very differently. Cultivation was not a passive process. One had to consciously draw Astra energy from the surrounding environment, and using that Astra energy, refine their Astra veins, strengthening them again and again until a breakthrough was finally achieved.
At this very moment, that was exactly what Asher was doing as he sat in a lotus position. Astra energy rushed toward him at a frightening speed, surging like a violent tide, yet he controlled each and every mote with absolute ease. Rather than allowing it to rampage through his body, he guided it carefully, using it to reinforce and strengthen his Astra veins.
Time seemed to blink.
