Nathan Lockwood felt like an old-world master carver, slowly grinding away the gray, dusty stone that weighed Zoe Pierce down.
Clearly, Zoe Pierce wanted this power even more than he did. She agreed to every single one of his requests without hesitation.
Her control over her spiritual power grew more focused. She could now execute the simplest spiritual power attacks without much mental effort.
"You don't have enough stamina."
After training for the entire morning, Zoe Pierce was drenched in sweat. Her spirit sea was so drained she couldn't conjure a single wisp of power, and her arms ached from being held up for so long.
But Nathan Lockwood hadn't told her to stop, so Zoe Pierce didn't.
Now, hearing his assessment of her stamina, Zoe Pierce stubbornly pursed her lips and pushed on.
A hint of a smile flashed in Nathan Lockwood's eyes as he tapped her raised elbow. "Alright, that's enough. Take a break."
