Fellow Countryman

Immediately after, to Tyr's surprise, everything he had seen in that special state did not fade away with the disappearance of that god-like perspective; he still remembered everything he had seen with perfect clarity.

He keenly sensed that a new power seemed to have appeared in his mind.

Calming his mind, Tyr focused his attention inward. In his mental world, he discovered a cluster of golden light floating quietly.

He tried channeling his mental energy into the golden light. In an instant, that god-like perspective returned.

“Is this divine sense?”

This was what he had just comprehended during his epiphany. He had read about it in web novels in his past life, but he never expected it to actually exist.

As someone highly skilled in combat, Tyr keenly realized that this was an incredibly powerful combat ability.

It allowed him to clearly perceive everything within a radius of dozens of meters around himself. This meant that no matter which direction an enemy attacked from, he would see it with absolute clarity.

At the same time, it was also an incredibly powerful tool for learning.

No matter what it was, a single sweep of his divine sense would imprint it entirely in his mind.

From now on, any knowledge requiring rote memorization would no longer pose a challenge. He only needed to scan it with his divine sense to memorize it completely—even more impressive than photographic memory.

Not only that, but he also found his cognitive abilities enhanced. Many aspects of the magic circuits of 《Baina》 that he couldn't wrap his head around earlier were now easily resolved.

Furthermore, Tyr discovered another thing: his divine sense paired exceptionally well with 《Baina》.

The principle behind 《Baina》 was to first use magic power to perceive the forces of heaven and earth, and then use magic power to connect with them, integrating oneself into those forces.

During this process, using magic power to perceive the forces of heaven and earth was a highly draining endeavor.

With his divine sense active, Tyr could clearly see the exact locations of these forces. He could bypass the first step of 《Baina》 entirely, greatly reducing his magic power consumption.

If Tyr's magic power could only sustain him for a few minutes while utilizing the forces of wind and water before, he could now easily maintain it for over thirty minutes.

This was undoubtedly a massive leap forward.

After assessing his condition, Tyr thought back to the voice from earlier.

When he had activated his divine sense during his epiphany, the words “Fellow countryman, come find me” had suddenly echoed in his mind.

Yet when he deployed his divine sense just now, he didn't hear the voice again.

“Avia, did you hear any sound just now?”

Tyr turned to look at Avia.

“No, Young Master.”

Avia shook her head blankly at first, but then her expression suddenly shifted.

“Young Master, did someone deliberately interrupt your Flash of Insight?”

In an instant, she realized that someone might have used sound magic to pull Tyr out of his Flash of Insight.

Avia swept her gaze over their surroundings, her magic power beginning to surge as if she were ready to fight at a moment's notice.

“No, they didn't.”

Tyr shook his head. Although that voice had indeed startled him awake, he could feel that his epiphany had already been winding down, with the ethereal sensation steadily fading.

Even without the voice, Tyr would have soon emerged from the epiphany on his own.

So an epiphany was called a Flash of Insight in this world? Tyr thought, finding it quite characteristic of this world.

However, even Avia, a Sixth Circle powerhouse, hadn't heard the voice. This meant it had indeed manifested directly inside his mind.

Yet when he unfolded his divine sense again just now, the voice didn't appear. Could it be that it could only be heard during a Flash of Insight?

Or perhaps the owner of the voice had only spoken once, and he had happened to hear it.

But... a fellow countryman?

What did that mean?

If the speaker was indeed calling out to him, those two words were highly intriguing.

"Fellow countryman"—did it mean the owner of the voice also possessed the Callis bloodline?

Or did it refer to his other hometown?

Tyr felt it was very likely the latter. After all, if they merely shared the same bloodline, "clansman" would be a far more appropriate term than "fellow countryman."

And if it was indeed the latter, he knew he had to find this person.

But he currently had no clues. Perhaps this person would seek him out again in the future.

Evening arrived, and pots were set up over the fires in the camp once more.

This time, a few more reserves were sitting in the camp eating, but many were still left starving.

When the instructors said they wouldn't provide food, they truly meant it. Even if someone was starving to the point of rolling their eyes back, they would only be given some potion to keep them alive.

Some reserves might find this inhumane. Their progress in mastering martial arts was already slow; wouldn't starving only slow them down further?

Slower progress meant starving for even longer, creating a vicious cycle that seemed completely counterproductive.

But the instructors of the Sword Prison didn't care. Under the same conditions, if others succeeded and you failed, you were a waste. And wastes would receive no special treatment here.

No one would mock a waste, but neither would anyone pay them any attention. No rules would ever change just because you were weak.

Thus, for those without talent, the suffering endured during their training in the Sword Prison far exceeded that of others.

Stars blanketed the night sky as the bright moon hung high. In the camp, the fish soup bubbled away, its enticing aroma wafting through the entire area.

The reserves who hadn't caught any fish had already starved through lunch. Now, having to watch others enjoy the delicious fish soup while they continued to go hungry, their starvation became even more agonizingly pronounced.

Although their maids also went hungry alongside them, the maids' high cultivation levels meant that skipping a few meals had absolutely no effect on them.

In the end, the only ones truly suffering were the reserves who hadn't caught any fish. They stared longingly at the others who were savoring the soup.

No one paid attention to their gazes. At this point, it was already merciful enough that those with food weren't actively flaunting it in front of them.

Moreover, this was the instructors' order. No one in the Sword Prison dared to defy them by sharing their fish soup.

In front of the campfire, Sevira and Tyr sat on the same fallen log, happily sipping their fish soup.

“Young Master, would you like to bathe?”

After dinner, Avia asked respectfully.

“Bathe? Here?”

Tyr was taken aback. Having splashed around in the stream all morning, he did want to bathe, but there didn't seem to be the facilities for it out here.

“Yes.”

Tyr followed Avia back to the tent. He saw that the top of the tent had been pulled back, and inside stood a wooden tub filled with steaming hot water.