A low breeze combed the tall grass of Sivagadh's training plain that located in different dimension from the main city, brushing ripples across the green expanse.
Clyde and Asqa waited near a marble sparring circle. Samuel strode toward them, spear slung at his back, resolve etched across his face.
Clyde gave a small nod. "Morning. Still certain about what you wanted?"
Samuel drew a breath. "As certain as I've ever been. I meant what I said. I need this power. Whatever it takes."
Clyde's expression still look calm and even as always.
"This isn't like learning a new stance or technique. The force I'll open to you is older than the cosmos and the higher beings. It was an entity that doesn't think like we do. It reshapes you from the inside out. You will feel pain and disoriented feeling."
Samuel hesitated only a heartbeat, then squared his shoulders.
