Ian sat cross-legged in the center of the meditation chamber, his eyes tightly shut.
Deep within his Sea of Spirit, the silver-white core that had absorbed the residual crystal from the Soul Weaving Civilization was emitting a soft glow.
For the past two months, he had been meticulously, drop by drop, integrating the precipitated Crystalized Origin within it into his own Spiritual Power.
Now, he had reached the final, critical moment.
HUMMM!
Within his Sea of Spirit, the Spiritual Power that was once like the Silver Moon began to churn violently.
A pale golden light spread out from the core, like a drop of golden ink in clear water, swiftly dyeing the entire space of his consciousness.
The light grew brighter and brighter.
The originally liquefied Spiritual Power, under the pull of the Crystalized Origin, began to contract and condense inwardly.
Ian could clearly "see" tiny, shimmering ice crystals beginning to form at the edges of his Sea of Spirit.
