Training Grounds Astralis Arcanum,
"It's called—Convergent Stillpoint."
Jax's eyes lit up instantly, gleaming with excitement.
"Convergent Stillpoint…! That's a cool name!"
Zane smirked at his reaction, the faintest curve tugging at the corner of his lips.
"You think so?"
"Hell yeah!" Jax grinned wide, looking like he'd already fallen in love with the name alone.
"Good," Zane said, his tone turning serious again. "Then come. Let me teach you properly."
He motioned with a tilt of his head, and the two of them walked a short distance away from the divided groups of mages and warriors. The others continued to meditate, eyes shut, absorbed in their own techniques, while Jax followed Zane with a mix of nervous anticipation and eagerness.
Stopping at a quiet spot near the edge of the training ground, Zane folded his arms and fixed Jax with that sharp, assessing stare of his.
"Listen carefully, Jax. I'll tell you exactly what this technique is—and what it will demand of you."
