It was not his first time falling asleep in the bath, but with the Magic Spirits by his side, he had always woken up in bed. Today, however, was somewhat special.
After drying both himself and Sylveon completely, Dark put on his pajamas and left the bedroom.
The Magic Spirits that slept in beds slept in beds, while those that slept on the floor made do on the floor. A few even hid in his large bed like naughty children.
It was late at night. The Castle lay sprawled across the earth like a giant beast, exceptionally quiet.
Dark lifted the covers and climbed into bed. Sylveon took the opportunity to burrow inside, poking out two little pink paws to clutch the blanket, looking sweet and well-behaved.
Dark merely smiled, then sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.
The next moment, his consciousness sank completely into his mental world.
The core principle of the "Meditation Art" was to instantly focus one's mental consciousness upon a single point, thereby emptying the entire mind in an instant.
This mental magic had originally been used to refine spiritual power, and could occasionally ward off mental intrusions.
But Dark had found another path, using it to refine "Great Sin," compressing every extracted drop of "Great Sin" to 1.5 points.
Since then, he had never relaxed his practice of the "Meditation Art."
Now, his unrelenting efforts had finally paid off.
He could clearly feel that both the speed at which he focused his mental consciousness and the extent to which he emptied his mind had greatly improved.
Even the mental world within his consciousness seemed to have expanded to some degree.
It was as if a single thought was all it took to bring his mind into intense focus!
Though it had not produced