Duke tried to make the mountain move.
The mountain mass slowly drifted a dozen meters to the left, then to the right, then upward, then downward.
The little mountain obeyed his will like an arm or a finger, moving as he wished, but the burden on his Spirit was heavy, and his Magic Power drained at an alarming rate.
If not for the rapid recovery of Magic Power in his body, it would probably take only two seconds to completely drain him dry.
After a brief round of testing, Duke withdrew his Spiritual Power. The mountain mass crashed back to the ground, kicking up a sky full of dust.
He stood where he was, gasping for breath.
...
The final month before the assessment slipped away quietly in focus and silence.
Duke's life became extremely simple.
Either he holed up in the dormitory, letting his true body enter the Light God Court, where he repeatedly practiced those two forbidden Magics—Giant Divine Soldier Summoning: Demon God Descent and Move Mountain—on that barren wasteland.
