Foster continued to breathe, the air that seemed so incredibly could due to the mana it dragged out with it rubbing past his lips. As he continued to breathe in this pattern, and Foster's body continued calming down, it seemed like his consciousness just started to fade into nonexistence. Until a few moments ago, he was able to feel the warm, humid air of the room touching his skin. He could hear the breathing of his friends that were meditating with him, and the faint noise of other people training in the adjacent rooms.
But all of that seemed to slowly disappear. The only thing that Foster was able to feel was his own body, and the magic that flowed through it. He could already feel himself become more aware of every part of his body earlier, but now, that was brought to an extreme, as his mind was only filled with that. But soon, things shifted beyond the realm of just his physical body. Rather, he was starting to feel like something else was hidden within him.