Breaking Limits Beneath the Sky
Victor sat unmoving at the center of the Mystery Woodland, his body still as stone, yet his mind anything but.
He was doing three things at once.
Thinking.
Absorbing.
Refining.
A fog curled close at first, then faded each time he breathed out. With every exhale, invisible energy nearby began to shift, pulled inward without sound. This force slipped beneath the skin, tracing old paths inside. It joined what was already there, deep within. Strength built - not fast, but steady, grain by grain.
Faster than a storm, his mind cut through ideas one after another.
Sharp. Precise.
He replayed the visions again and again—every movement, every spell, every impossible technique burned into his memory.
And while doing all that—
He adjusted the flow of mana inside his body.
Guiding it.
Smoothing it.
Improving it.
The circulation grew cleaner… faster… more efficient.
But then—
A subtle shift.
A resistance.
Like a door closing.
