Progress Toward Peak Spirit Ascension

The storm winds howled against Lassim's figure as he crossed the jagged cliffs. Zaphy had hovered nearby, her wings periodically releasing faint bursts of lightning that harmonized with the dense storm. 

Though Varen's explanation about Spirit Transcendence had given Lassim clarity, it had also created an equal amount of questions that truly had no answer until the moment he reached the peak of Spirit Ascension and attempted to advance.

The reality of compressing his lifelike Leviathan constellation—something he knew would be so solid, stable, and refined—was troublesome. 

Just like the last advancement, he knew instinctively that everything in the future would face this same problem. The challenges ahead were sure to be unique at each peak. 

He glanced at Zaphy, her golden crown of feathers glinting as she chirped softly. "[Back to the East Grove?]" she asked.