A few hours later...
Levi was seen sitting on top of a wet puddle of his own sweat. He was breathing roughly while his skin was crimson red and emitting a pillar of smoke.
This was his sixth session of absorbing the divine light, and it was clear he was close to burning himself out. Still, Levi forced himself to stand, wincing from a pounding headache. Clutching his head, he staggered to the fridge and opened it after fumbling with the handle a few times.
After getting assaulted by its cold breeze, he leaned against the door and remained in that position for a couple of minutes; his wet disheveled hair hiding his pained grimace.
At the moment, he wished nothing but to shove himself inside the fridge.
"You should stop here." Ash'Kral warned, "I know you want to get stronger fast, but consistency is a hundred times more efficient than speed."
