251 Essence of an intent

Warden ignored him for now. He still hadn't managed to grasp what he thought he should. His calculation was that he needed more practice.

And obviously, more comprehension.

He summoned his Intent and drew onto the patterns of ambient energy. The wind rushed at him, as he manipulated them to swirl along with his spear dance. He waited for a couple of seconds to build up the attack—which was quite some time, considering even a millisecond could be the difference between life and death in a battle.

Warden practised until his energy ran out, and his mind was too exhausted to bring out more of his baleful intent. He sat down to meditate again, and a couple of hours later, he began to practise again.

He went on this repetitive cycle of practice and meditation for quite some time. His skills in manipulating the pattern rose as well, though they could hardly be compared to the Fourth Disciple, who watched him practise throughout.