As Cetas continued to grasp the lime radiance, his Zeal continuously grew, gaining vitality like he never felt before.
Soon, a familiar feeling arose inside him, creating a sensation that he had only felt a few moments ago..
This!
A new Flourish was forming deep inside him.
It was unprecedented, of course.
Cetas had only become a Zealot for a few weeks!
And now, he was on the record to gain two Flourishes in not even an hour between.
It set a new record for Zealots.
Additionally, a new method of rising the ranks arose.
If this were to reach the light of day, then Zealots would explore all sorts of areas just to find these rare treasures.
But if Cetas absorbed the energy coming from the light, then how would he give it to the Prophet of Perfection?
Realizing this, he pulled his hand back.
"..?"
Surprised, Cetas could barely move his hand, let alone his entire arm..
