Strangely enough, the resistance he expected from the flower never came. When his hand wrapped around it, it turned into a gentle stream of energy that flowed into his avatar.
Damien closed his eyes and began meditating. Greenish white streams of essence continuously nourished his avatar, causing it to slowly become more and more corporeal.
Damien felt strange. It was like he was cultivating in his physical body, but he didn't have a mana circuit or any of the normal pathways he'd normally use for circulation.
He was relying solely on instinct to guide the energy where it needed to go. And in reality, that place wasn't his avatar at all.
A spiritual avatar was just that. Although it might've technically been an embodiment of Damien's spiritual world, it wasn't his mind itself. It was only a vessel for him to traverse his mind space more easily.
