With the weeks that followed, Liam dedicated himself entirely to rebuilding his body. Deep within the underground chamber constructed to keep him hidden from the world above, Queen Lucy had ensured a training hall was added to the facility. It lacked the polished refinement and advanced mechanisms of the palace's training arena, yet the space served him well enough. With nothing but time and determination, Liam made every corner of it count.
He directed all his focus toward his physical form, deliberately avoiding anything related to magic. The reasoning behind this was simple, even if the execution wasn't—his body needed to catch up, or at least come close, to the experience and development his mind now held. With more than two years' worth of combat, technique, and myst experience packed into his consciousness, his physical form—still lagging behind—would not withstand the kind of myst manipulation he had grown accustomed to in the Mind Realm.
