Day 8
The next time she appeared, she found Warden meditating with a thousand cuts in his body, yet his back was straight like a spear, intent, invisible and sharp, flying around his being. With a thought, he could cut someone with the Intent now.
Warden had finally realized himself as a True Spearmaster.
June decided not to distract him again and left, leaving the meals. Considering he probably had no more potions, she left a dozen more of them near the box as well.
Day 9
June again found him fighting. His Intent was more condensed now, though he struggled to incorporate them with his void energy. He let out a groan in frustration, ending the five echoes he was fighting a moment ago in quick succession.
"Just almost there," he mumbled. His clothes were already tattered, his upper body completely bare-chested with marks of wounds. "And then looks like I have to repair the spear again."
