Inside the Shadow Cult's buildings, Kai trained nonstop. Even when he failed, he got back up.
Every swing, every breath, every push of his spirit changed him slowly—sharpening the way he saw and felt everything, including the glows and the vibrations.
"Kai… take it easy. Don't stress yourself," Jim said, walking over and placing a hand on Kai's shoulder.
As Jim's palm rested there, Kai exhaled heavily and opened his eyes.
"How can I do it right?" Kai asked quietly.
Jim moved a few steps toward the fence and stood beside the pond.
"You want to do it the right way. It's simple, do it for all the nights when you had no one but yourself. The nights you felt as if the world itself didn't want you in it. Don't let the rage control you. Instead, control the rage."
Kai grunted, leaned in closer to Jim, then bowed, "Thank you. I really appreciate your kind words." Kai said, stretched his arms and held on to the fence tightly.
