The next day.
Amaniel entered into Xeron's personal dimension with high spirits.
After yesterday's 'victory', he was sure he had changed Xeron's perspective of him for the better. Well, probably from a weakling to a slightly shrewd weakling. But that was still better than nothing!
"You sure look energetic for someone who is about to suffer," Xeron remarked.
Amaniel smiled faintly. "I figured it's better to accept reality and make the best out of it."
Xeron let out a dry, short laugh and hopped down from his floating seat, landing without making a single sound on the cracked earth.
"I like that attitude. But, let's make one thing clear..."
He stopped a few paces away, his youthful face looking almost bored.
"I'm only going to help you with your Void mastery. As for your weapons, your elements, your lousy tricks, or whatever else you've got in that brain of yours, that's on you. If you want to improve those, do it on your own. Clear?"
"...Understood."
