Astron's eyes snapped open, the faint glimmer in his purple irises fading as he returned to reality.
His heart was pounding, not from exertion but from the vivid vision that had just unfolded in his mind. The memory of the silhouette moving under the moonlight, the translucent energy that radiated with deadly precision—it all felt so real, so attainable.
For a moment, he stood still, processing the revelation. The breakthrough he had experienced wasn't just about the virtual core; it was something far deeper, something connected to his very essence as a [Martial Artist]. The vision had shown him a path forward, a way to integrate everything he had learned into a new form of combat.
