[Bonus Chapter For Completing our first Powerstone Milestone!]
Creed stepped back into his training room, his expression unusually serious as he walked toward the center of the dimly lit chamber.
The walls were reinforced with energy-absorbing materials, designed to withstand the most intense Stage 2 training sessions, but this wasn't just a normal training session.
This was something far more dangerous—something that, if it went wrong, could leave him mentally crippled or worse.
He sat down on the floor, folding his legs into a lotus position, steadying his breathing as he focused his mind.
His space ring hummed softly, responding to his thoughts, and with a faint flicker of light, a small glass vial appeared in his palm.
Inside it, the silver Spear Spirit floated, pulsing faintly like a caged beast, its form shifting ever so slightly as if it were aware of what was about to happen.
Creed swallowed, his grip tightening around the vial.
