They continued after the small break, each lost in their own thoughts.
It made sense. The pugilist class was strange, but then again, it was just a story, and who knew in what shape and form it had survived until now. There was no mention of a pugilist god in any known history—of that, Damian was sure. Still, he'd have to ask an Eldoris scholar with access to the royal archives for a more detailed answer.
Damian also tried applying the principle of emotions guiding the flow of his aura. He noticed a slight improvement, though like everything else, it required practice. Otherwise, everyone would be a master pugilist by now. He was just glad that it worked.
