Progressing Fast

Time passed as all things had.

Melchior collapsed to the ground for what seemed like the billionth time that week as he practiced the Spirit Mind's Eye technique.

A week had passed since he had officially become a soldier. He'd done nothing but train his new techniques day in day in day out since then. Spirit Mind's Eye was still as difficult as before. Well only partially.

[You have to take it piece by piece. Resistance training till you're eventually able to take in the entire thing] Damjan had said through their connection.

He had learned how to communicate with the Spirit, and only didn't do it because it took an absurd amount of energy to maintain a single conversation because of the distance. He could only do it once to ask for advice.

Well, it had mostly paid off.