Night had arrived in Siron City, and Han sat alone on his bed cross-legged. The moon seen through the window illuminated the room. Han closed his eyes in peace and began the final step he had been waiting for so long.
Mana flowed through his veins like currents; he had been pushing this last barrier for days and couldn't go past it for some reason. The pressure was so tight.
[Slow down]
"I'm a genius", Han told himself with confidence.
The air grew heavy, mana rippling around him and dissipating into the air. A circle formed below him with two visible runes. His mana continuously extended and was strained. Han bit his lip to the point of it bleeding. He had to endure.
[Your heart—Han—Slower!]
"Shut up, let me focus", Han said, clenching his teeth. "This wall better bust down now!".
