The thick mountain mist of the inner peaks gradually parted as the first golden rays of the morning sun illuminated the private training yard of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion.
Tony Clark stood calmly on the cracked granite platform, his standard lazy posture perfectly restored. Beside him, the massive Crimson Shadow Griffin sat with absolute grace, its giant, blood-red feathers shimmering with dense, natural spatial runes.
The ancient beast kept its eagle-like head lowered close to Tony's knee, its deep-purple galaxy eyes blinking with an unnatural, serene devotion.
Thanks to the absolute spiritual synchronization of their dual-soul bond, Tony could feel the rich primordial energy of the Eternal Sun Realm automatically rushing into his open meridians at double his standard speed, rapidly solidifying his peak Elder Disciple magus foundation without him even needing to enter a deep meditation state.
Rustle.
