Chapter 108: D- rank floor [2]
A cluster of jagged rocks jutted out from the floor near a trickling underground stream.
Brandon was sitting on top of a rock, exhaling heavily.
His jacket was torn at the shoulder and a burn mark was still faintly visible on his arm.
He rotated his wrist, still sore from his wild dodges and dagger strikes.
Naevora sat beside him, perched on a lower rock with one leg casually crossed over the other.
Looking at him, she smiled before speaking "Now, let’s see how much you remember about the disc technique. I showed you that day..."
Brandon blinked and groaned lightly "You sure this is the time? I just fought some D-ranks, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a cracked rib."
Naevora just shrugged "That’s why now is the time. Exhausted bodies don’t lie. If you can manage ether control like this, you’ll be even better when you’re rested."
He exhaled slowly, reluctantly holding up his palm. "Fine. I’ll give it a shot."
Naevora reached over and gently tapped his wrist "Focus on the flow. Imagine the ether curling inward like threads of silk... tight, centered, and stable."
Brandon nodded, closed his eyes, and tried to picture the flow.