Back in Ross City, inside a secluded training room, Klaus sat in a lotus posture, his eyes closed in deep concentration. He had been like that for days, unmoving. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, releasing a reddish, misty aura. A sharp pain shot through his head, and he winced as a splitting headache surged into his brain.
His eyes glowed crimson, radiating a potent energy that seemed to reach deep into his soul.
"Don't resist. This is just the initial awakening of your spiritual eye," the senior voice from his soul sea suddenly spoke.
"Oh, so you finally decide to talk," Klaus muttered, despite the unbearable headache. He had hoped for the senior's guidance when he first began his seclusion, but there had been only silence. Now, at the worst possible moment, the senior seemed eager to chat.
"Brat, focus. This is a crucial step," the senior said, his tone firm.
