After a full week of relentless training, sleepless nights, and aching limbs, Kael finally began to feel the results. His movements had grown sharper, his strength more refined, and his control over the bloodlines he wielded had noticeably improved. For the first time since arriving at this place, he felt a true sense of progress—he was drawing ever closer to the second stage.
But Kael didn't limit his training to physical effort. With the help of the enigmatic "One," he had started learning how to communicate through internal pulses.
He hadn't mastered it yet, not completely, but he was evolving.
According to his calculations, another week would be enough. He was eager to advance—but not reckless. He knew well the stories: if someone tried to ascend before their bloodline was fully anchored into their body, madness was the only outcome.
Now, Kael sat on the floor of the training room, his breathing steady, his skin damp with sweat.
