A dozen or so days passed in a blink, and Ruger finished adjusting after his advancement. The greatest adjustment lay in doing all those seemingly ordinary things-eating, sleeping, meditating, casting spells-while enduring that sense of something missing deep in his soul.
Ruger even thought it was a good form of training, presenting a worthwhile challenge to his concentration.
It was a training opportunity every Wizard ought to cherish.
Adjusting to daily life was naturally the easiest part. He only had to endure the discomfort he could not shake off. Meditation and controlling his spells were the difficult parts that followed. The moment he cast a spell, he could feel the many effects of those tiny discrepancies caused by that sense of absence.
In theory, this was hardly difficult at all. He only had to wait. Given enough time, he would naturally adapt and grow accustomed to living with that sense of absence.
But most Wizards would still seize every moment to practice, just as he did, lest something unexpected happen while they were helpless.
Once he had adjusted, it was time to enjoy the benefits of his increased mental power.
Meditation already felt different, but his overall meditation time and daily schedule had not changed much. Meditating at this stage was also more taxing, since it involved mobilizing a greater amount of mental power, so he had not rashly increased the number of sessions.
Each time he meditated, when the symbol floating in his mental power space lit up, a strange sensation arose within him.
It was as though he were probing this world, and a peculiar sensation echoed back into his mental power space.
It was not particularly strong. Only after days of meditation had he gradually begun to perceive it.
It felt like feedback from probing the outside