I kept up my training with Master Li.
Then it was time to begin. Starvation.
Not the proper, historical kind, the kind that turned empires to dust and sent people clawing at the earth for a single root to gnaw on. No, this was the controlled variety—the sort that made you understand without actually making you drop dead. Which, as far as training methods went, was a relief.
Two weeks. No food. Isolation training. Master Li assured me it wouldn't kill me. He said that with the kind of certainty only someone else could have about your suffering. What it would do was push me past the illusions of my body—strip me down, force me to see my limits for what they were, then take a step beyond them.
I wanted to see Seraphina before I went in.
Seraphina, on the other hand, seemed to have taken the opposite stance.
