It was the next day, and Max headed out to meet Ralph.
He had spent the entire night, almost, alternating between deep contemplation and rigorous practice, tirelessly working to merge his Sword Aura and Flame Aura. Although no groundbreaking progress had been made, the effort was not in vain.
With each attempt, he felt the faintest hint of clarity, as if he were on the verge of discovering the missing link.
The process was arduous, requiring intense focus and precision. Every time he tried to blend the two auras, the energies would either clash violently or fizzle out entirely. Yet, he could sense that he was close—so tantalizingly close—that he could almost grasp the answer, but not quite.
Despite his lack of tangible results, Max wasn't discouraged. He could feel it in his core: the solution wasn't far off. What he needed now wasn't just more practice, but patience and more time to let his understanding evolve.
