A Will Sovereign Chapter 43: Chapter 43— Letter from home.

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------- The following days blurred into a relentless rhythm of training and adaptation. Soldret spent nearly every waking moment blindfolded, relentlessly pushing the limits of his newly awakened Mind's Eye. At first, his vision was almost nonexistent — only vague shifts in the air, faint distortions whenever Zephyr moved, and occasional flashes that disappeared before he could fully grasp them. But Soldret refused to remain helpless. Whenever training paused, he focused inward. Patiently. Methodically. He reconstructed the training grounds within his mind — every bamboo pole, every uneven stone, every low-hanging branch, and every slight slope hidden beneath the earth. Everything he had seen before losing his sight was carefully rebuilt, piece by piece. Slowly, the image became clearer. More stable. More complete. With that mental map guiding him, his movements gradually became smoother. He could now walk across the training field without constantly stumbling, though he still moved cautiously, like a man navigating a familiar room in complete darkness. Asterion was changing as well. The little black chick had grown considerably stronger. His wings now carried enough strength for short flights around the courtyard. Sometimes he perched proudly on Soldret's shoulder, sometimes atop nearby trees, and other times he simply circled overhead while chirping excitedly. The bond between them deepened with every passing day. Asterion's cheerful cries often became both encouragement and warning during training. Zephyr's methods, however, only became more difficult. Simple attacks disappeared entirely. Instead, he began weaving increasingly complex patterns into every exchange. Feints flowed naturally into genuine strikes. Rhythms shifted without warning. Attacks arrived from impossible angles designed specifically to break Soldret's growing reliance on instinct. Soldret still got hit. Frequently. Each impact left bruises. Each bruise left pain. And each pain became another lesson. Yet despite the constant beatings, he continued improving. After nearly a week of relentless training, something finally changed. After one particularly intense training session, Soldret awoke to a startling change.His Mind's Eye had expanded.The world did not return fully, but it was no longer shrouded in complete darkness. Everything appeared in shades of black, white, and gray—an ethereal landscape painted without color. The training field stretched before him like a silent ink painting, every object outlined in varying depths of monochrome.Yet within that colorless world, faint traces of color occasionally emerged. They were not true colors.Or perhaps they were colors that existed beyond ordinary sight. For the first time since losing his vision, Soldret could truly see again. Not with his eyes, but through something entirely different. Something deeper. Something far more mysterious. And then — he noticed another change. Essence. The world was filled with it. Countless streams of energy flowed through the mountain itself. The bamboo groves shimmered with life. The wind carried faint traces of essence through the air. Even the earth beneath his feet pulsed with vitality. Everything seemed alive. When Bam brought food later that day, Soldret immediately noticed the difference. The meals radiated rich essence. The herbs glowed softly. The meat contained concentrated vitality. And when he ate, he could literally see the essence entering his body — nourishing him, strengthening him, refining him. The experience felt surreal. Above him, Asterion released a proud chirp before soaring gracefully through the sky. For the first time since his recovery, he flew properly — without hesitation, without struggle. Soldret smiled beneath the blindfold and extended his senses, easily tracking every movement of the little bird. --- Days continued passing. Then, one afternoon, a small messenger bird arrived at Martial Peak. It descended gracefully before landing atop Medici'