A week passed in a blur, with every moment filled to the brim. I wasn't just focused on dark mana and light mana anymore; every facet of my training needed sharpening. My spellcasting had to be seamless, my swordsmanship flawless, and my mana rank constantly advancing. If I wanted to achieve everything I had set my sights on, I couldn't afford even a single weak link.
Two months. That's how long it would take until I reached White-rank. I had been stuck at high Silver-rank for over three months now, clawing my way up with the help of my illegal training method. It was finally paying off, but the strain was enormous. Each leap forward demanded more intensity, more mental endurance, more pain. And while the thought of abandoning the method was a relief, I couldn't help but acknowledge its necessity. If I had to push any further, I wasn't sure my mind could withstand the strain.
