Time continued to blur, and soon, Warlord Raelith came to a complete stop, his katana pointing straight ahead. Sweat dripped from his body, glistening under the dim light, yet his breath remained calm and measured, unbroken by fatigue. His blue eyes stayed fixed forward, his expression distant, as though caught in a trance. It was as if realization and actualization were flowing into his mind and body like gentle streams, merging serenity and enlightenment into one seamless state.
He stood motionless for several seconds before he finally snapped out of it. His senses returned to him, and the clarity of the once-vanished world began to reappear. The rune formation beneath his feet pulsed faintly, responding to the end of his training session. In that instant, the glowing runes flared brightly, and space itself began to retract, shrinking and condensing back to its original, contained expanse.
