"I did not strike the rock with physical force. I did not waste my mana creating a massive lance of ice to throw through the air. I reached into the moisture already resting inside the target's physical structure, concentrated my intent, and ignited the spark. When you master the Ice Spark, armor becomes irrelevant. Thick hides become useless. You do not cut the enemy's body; you turn their own internal fluids into the weapon that tears them apart."
Pho stepped closer, poking a heavy claw directly into the center of Rhys's chest, right over his heart, the cold from the talon sinking deep into the boy's sternum.
"You have water mana flowing through your meridians, Rhys. You have the foundation. Stop trying to hit them hard. Reach inside them, find their moisture, and snap your fingers."
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Rhys opened his eyes.
The memory dissolved, leaving him standing in the center of the Glacial Sanctuary on Floor Twenty-Two.
