Apparently, spending hours trying to focus one's mind to manifest one's soul was far more exhausting than any amount of physical activity. Despite succeeding only twice, Oliver ended up passing out from overexertion, leaving Riot to carry him back to one of the rooms on the third floor. Dante let them go even while knowing the big guy was just looking for a chance to escape. Their training session for the day was over anyway, and he saw no point in keeping them around.
'Alright…' Sitting down at the center of the arena, Dante took a deep breath and tried again. 'Let's try this again.'
