The Vossmer estate was quiet under the moonlight, but the faint glow of torches illuminated the intricate pathways and tall walls that surrounded it.
To the east lay the training grounds, an open space designed for martial practice. Weapons of all kinds hung from racks at the edges, meditation platforms dotted the area, and sandpits were scattered throughout for combat drills.
Verion sat cross-legged on one of the elevated meditation platforms. The cool night air brushed against his skin, but his focus was unwavering.
His breathing was steady as he gathered external Qi from the surrounding air, drawing it into his core.
The faint shimmer of Qi surrounded him, almost like a thin mist. With every controlled breath, the external energy transformed into internal Qi, flowing through his meridians like a river.