Alistair slowly opened his eyes after what felt like an eternity, a sharp glint flashing in his pupils as his entire demeanor radiated renewed vigor.
His journey through the vast expanse of the Spirit Sea had visibly amplified his spiritual power. Now, even without consciously releasing his Spiritual Awareness, he could faintly perceive the energy around him.
"Impressive," Constantine's voice cut through his thoughts the moment he awoke. "Spirit vessels have all the advantages—your power's already nearing late first-tier. You'll be hitting second-tier soon." No one detected the fluctuations in Alistair's spiritual energy faster than the demon king himself.
Bound to Alistair's very soul, Constantine sensed every minute shift in his strength.
"How long was I cultivating?" Alistair asked.
