The Art of the Spirit - Sotapanna
Miles furrowed his brow in concentration, his hand shivering with effort. The spike of scarlet crystal before his palm remained stable with only a hairline fracture marring its form, despite being made with only one blood point. Yes. With an hour or so of repeated attempts, Miles had finally been able to form a smaller Ironblood Spike. He was fairly confident he could release the spike, making it shoot forwards just like it was supposed to. But as usual, he liked to overreach. Doing his best to maintain the already formed spike, he released the blood point he was holding back, allowing it to move. Just as the blood rushed to nourish the smaller spike, to make it grow larger into the size of a basic spike, Miles held it back. After a moment's pause, he released it. And the blood
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