Lian was seated in a lotus position, his body perfectly still as he prepared for the breakthrough that would define his next step as a Mage.
Freddy was resting elsewhere, using a breathing technique, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic dance with the air, while Seline cultivated in another spot.
"Geometric Meditation!" Lian whispered, brimming with excitement. He could not wait to discover the changes that reaching Bronze 2 would bring.
From what he knew, the power difference between ranks was not substantial, but the improvement was there, a subtle yet undeniable leap in strength that could tip the scales in a fight.
Lian was not aiming for that but for the system. He hoped the system would give him something more.
A line appeared in Lian's mind. It was the thirteenth. This line appeared a few degrees from perfect verticality.
What did it mean? Lian needed three lines in total to draw a quarter of a circle.