Back in the real world, Kent's fingers twitched.
The memory was still active, the knowledge flooding into him—like rivers pouring into a dried well.
He stood slowly from where he sat.
Looking around, the chamber felt different. His aura was deeper now, not just powerful—but refined.
His hand stretched toward his spirit ring.
With a thought, he summoned the Nagastra Bow—its 2nd form now visible. The weapon glowed, pulsing with ethereal heat.
Kent's eyes locked onto the bowstring.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver coin.
"Just a coin," he murmured, holding it gently. "Let's test it."
He placed the coin on the bowstring and slowly pulled.
The moment tension formed—light surged from the coin, and it began transforming, absorbing Kent's will.
He narrowed his eyes and whispered,
"Pierce the unseen."
He released.
ZWHIIIIINNGGG!
The arrow vanished from sight—becoming an invisible streak that cracked a distant coral vase into dust.
It obeyed.
It understood.
