"I finally have the technique," Sol muttered internally, successfully passing the heavy, polished stone tablet back to High Shaman Zephyra. The burning thrill of progression was humming in his veins, but as always, his rational mind quickly worked to cool the adrenaline. Having the engine and the fuel was only part of the equation. He was currently flying blind in a world that fundamentally wanted him dead.
He thought further, "Brute force and a fast cultivation speed aren't enough. The only lesson I have learned from my recent adventure is that I didn't know enough, not in the Great Orrath. If I'm going to actually survive out there, and eventually master this power... I need to know what I'm looking at.
