A few days had passed since the round table, and Cormac found himself back in his old routine, training his Neshamah in the cave off the border of the Kingdom.

The cave itself was an ideal location, large enough to be able to host an entire city within itself and yet discrete enough that only a few knew of its existence. Along with the location, it was also dark, wet, and sparse of vegetation which allowed both himself and Guy to utilize their abilities without leaving any lasting damage to the surrounding area.

Guy had begun the lesson by guiding Cormac into a meditative trance.

"It's important to learn and utilize this trance, transfer it from something you can only use when concentrating into something you can use on a whim. Eventually, you'll fight in this trance, and even further on, you'll live in this trance."

With his eyes closed, the dark cave grew even darker, and yet... there was light. The light had seemed to surround the distant Kingdom, where people would use their Neshamah to build and play. It was clear to Cormac, as to how even though the blacksmith, Gin, had been blind, he seemed to see so well. As the Kingdom had been built upon the byproducts of Neshamah, every stone and brick that had been laid were clear to Cormac, even though it would have been impossible to see them from where he stood with his eyes alone. The man in front of him, though, looked twisted and contorted by his Neshamah, as though he were to be eaten alive by it.

"Mr. Montag... why does your Neshamah look like that?", Cormac had asked the man.

Guy looked at the boy in front of him and smiled, "I was born this way... different. My Neshamah hates me, and I used to hate it as well. But, it's the reason why I am here right now, with you, and for that I am thankful."

Guy had begun to think of the progress that Cormac was making, just a week ago listening and speaking would have been impossible for the boy while in this trance. 

Cormac traced his mind's eye from the Neshamah eating away at Guy and down to his hand, where the Neshamah surrounded a flame flowing as if in contradiction to the mad array that had surrounded his teacher.

"How does your Neshamah let you use that then?" Cormac asked while slowly and sheepishly raising his hand to point to where he thought the flame was.

Guy looked impressed, he had heard that the Boy was starting to walk subconsciously while meditating, but to consciously use his arms and points were marks of even more improvement than he had come to expect.

"Your father taught me this, it took a bit of time, but after putting these black dots on my palms, if I concentrate on them, I can use a weaker flame without hurting myself. Now, enough about me, I need you to concentrate on yourself first."

 Cormac began to slip into a deeper trance, the sound of the water dripping in the cave slowly faded away, and the only voice he could hear was that of his teacher's.

"Good. You should be getting a bearing of your Neshamah now, release some of it."

Upon hearing this instruction, Cormac had begun releasing his Neshamah ever so slightly, as he had done multiple times before.