Over the many days that followed, Lynn had no time to rest at all.
By day, his Titan Big Brother hammered away at the limits of his flesh outside the city. By night, Sir Awen made him practice using psionics over and over again. The cycle repeated endlessly, torturing and squeezing both his mind and body to their limits.
But there was no doubt about it.
The improvement in his strength from such intensive training was plain to see.
Just as Titan had said, he already had a foundation. The vitality of his flesh had long since reached an impressive level, and his soul had become immensely powerful after absorbing the corpses of two Ravens. All he lacked was a way to control it.
On the third day, Lynn could already run laps around Dark Night City carrying a small mountain while being whipped.
By the fourth day, he could use psionics to levitate a high tower, albeit with difficulty.
And if time had not been so limited, his schedule would have been packed with lessons in magic, Cursecraft, and the Puppet Technique as well.
At last.
Time flew by.
"Focus your attention and wrap your entire body in your psionics. Bring no emotions into it, no feelings. Imagine that everything around you is nothing but an illusion, that your own thoughts are the only truth in this universe, that your mind alone defines all things. With a thought, you arrive. With a thought, it is done."
Psionic light flickered in Sir Awen's eyes as he watched Lynn, who stood before him with his eyes closed.
Lynn hovered cross-legged half a meter above the ground, psionics swirling majestically around him, invisible and intangible, yet truly present.
The next moment.
His eyes snapped open.
Whoooosh-
The space around him rapidly