Gladius, at the same time, was deep into his own Spiritual Harmony transition. His body trembled, though only a single drop of blood escaped from his nose. The pain of causing large cracks across his Innate Spirit, a devastating force that felt like countless swords piercing his skin simultaneously, was intense. Yet, having gone through a similar process before, Gladius found it more manageable this time, his iron will allowing him to push through the agony.
As Gladius forced his way through the pain, he felt his sword sense transcend to new heights. It was as if the world itself was wrapping around his soul, allowing him to pierce through layers of mystical fog that had baffled countless Mages across the planet of Arcanus for centuries.
Beyond this fog, Gladius encountered a sensation that defied description. He found himself immersed in a flow of magical energy that surpassed anything he had experienced before.
