After settling his inner core for days, Leon finally felt it.
The energy from the dead dragon.
It had been sitting inside him like a coiled storm, restless and volatile, but now it began to move. Slowly. Deliberately. Spreading outward from his core and filtering into his limbs, his bones, the very fabric of his body.
He didn't rush it.
He sat still and let it come.
However, he couldn't absorb everything. Try as he did, a stubborn mass of energy refused to disperse. It settled low, just below his navel, dense and immovable like a stone lodged in still water.
(I should be able to use this energy to break into the transcendent stage.)
Leon sat with that thought for a moment.
The amount was vast. Abundant. More than enough to facilitate a leap in strength under normal circumstances.
However, entering the transcendent stage demanded something more.
It wasn't just about having enough energy. It never was.
