Cross Manor;
At the sprawling estate of House Cross, tranquility reigned within a secluded courtyard. The faint rustle of bamboo leaves accompanied the steady rhythm of breathing.
Wester Silver sat cross-legged across from Xander Cross, brow furrowed in concentration. Sweat glistened faintly at his temples.
"Xander… You are the only one in the city whose experience can guide me," Wester said seriously. "I have hit a wall."
Xander stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"There are two types of walls, Wester," he began calmly. "One is rigid and immovable. It marks the limit of potential. Without forbidden rituals or heaven-defying potions, advancement is impossible. The other is intangible, born from mental burden. A barrier of the spirit."
Wester closed his eyes briefly. "It is the second."
Xander nodded slowly. "Then your mind carries unresolved weight. Sit. Breathe. Identify the source."
