At dawn, Lyrus meditated on a flat stone, testing a new idea. If each step magnified his strength, what if he could channel that energy without constant movement?
He tried taking two slow steps, then freezing in place. The system's power still thrummed within him, coiled and eager. Lyrus focused, willing the energy not to dissipate. He held it in his core, cheeks flushing with effort as he fought the urge to move again. Gradually, he learned to contain the energy like trapped lightning.
In a real fight, he wouldn't always have room to stride. If pinned or cornered, he needed another method. Using controlled breaths, he practiced releasing tiny amounts of stored power into his arms, igniting a brief flicker of Hellfire around his fists without stepping. It was incredibly difficult, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled.
Alyra asked why he was so quiet. Lyrus claimed he was just refining his focus. Kael nodded approvingly, thinking it standard meditation. They had no idea that Lyrus was mastering the art of storing and releasing the system's power internally.
Each tiny success brought him closer to true mastery—where he could unleash unimaginable might from absolute stillness.