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Vilen closed his eyes and attempted to clear his mind. He found it slightly easier today, seeing as he had made the decision to actually take it seriously. Just about anything could be accomplished with the correct attitude, and it had helped that he had gotten some physical training in earlier. It was much easier to make his brain do what he wanted to do when he felt so much control over his body.

Once he drifted into that odd state of half-consciousness, he felt that his senses had been shifted into overdrive. Every sensation seemed like it had been magnified tenfold. As a whole, Vilen decided that he didn't like the feeling too well. That much feeling could be good, but for the most part it seemed that it would only cause a problem. Heightened senses meant heightened pain, and Vilen had never really been the type to embrace pain. Avoidance was the preferred solution to that problem.

Shying away from that, he brought himself back to reality. He decided there was no harm in just pretending that he was doing the exercise correctly. Instead he decided to just mentally prepare himself for whatever tasks Theron was going to give and hope that they would be more physical in nature. That was where Vilen actually knew what he was doing. Maybe there would be sparring, or ... well ... he didn't know, but he was pretty sure that they would have be different. Vilen was able to put pieces together, and he could gather that Ali had most likely been attacked by the man that had killed Bastian, which meant he had been able to make his way to the camp, gain access to it, and then disappear.

It seemed impossible, but there it was. The only thing they could do was prepare themselves to fight him, which apparently would acquire skill sets that weren't commonly taught. And now he had come full circle. There had to be some point to all of this, so he went back to his meditative state, deciding that he wouldn't let the possibility of pain scare him away this time.