This scene made Ciri's eyes widen, her mouth slightly agape, and excitement and longing shone in her eyes.
This expression clearly said: "That's so cool! I want to learn this! I want to learn this right now!"
Even Geralt, usually a calm person, had an irresistible desire in his eyes.
Although Witchers are undoubtedly more skilled with a sword than ordinary people, they rely more on physical abilities gained through mutations, sword oils, potions, and a limited number of signs.
Such a method of directly and accurately transferring energy to a weapon and striking from a distance is unprecedented.
Watching their reaction, Karl understood that the demonstration had achieved the desired effect.
He turned to Ciri and Geralt and explained: "What Dalton showed you is just some of the most basic applications of this system in combat."
"In fact, its potential is much greater, and there are many specific areas of application that can be developed."
"It mainly depends on the time a person can dedicate to studying, their ability to understand, and the depth of their absorption."
Geralt raised an eyebrow and glanced at Dalton, who was breathing evenly and clearly not exhausted.
Then he looked at Karl and asked an important question: "But Karl, you know I'm a Witcher."
"After the trials we underwent with the grasses, our bodies mutated, granting us superhuman strength and reflexes."
"But that's precisely why... we are generally considered to lack the 'talent' to learn magic."
"Could it be... that I could also learn your... meditation method?"
Hearing this, Karl nodded affirmatively, a slight smile appearing on his face.
"Ha, Geralt, your 'talent for sorcery' is a completely different concept from what I'm talking about."
"It can be simply understood as a system where sorcerers rely on chaotic magic, as well as specific incantations and gestures to cast spells, which... doesn't work with my method."
He waved his hand, clearly not wanting to delve into theoretical discussions, and asked directly: "Enough of this nonsense, tell me: are you going to learn or not?"
Knowing Karl's character, Geralt didn't refuse or hesitate as he usually did when accepting help.
A power that could truly enhance his abilities and seemed to bypass the Witcher's weaknesses was extremely appealing to him.
He answered decisively: "Learn. Only a fool wouldn't learn."
"I want to learn too! I want to learn too!" Ciri jumped up and down with joy, raising her little hand as if afraid Karl would forget her.
Karl nodded slightly. Unlike when he had helped Dalton before, he didn't directly use his divine power to guide the two of them.
Instead, they chose the same approach Dalton and the others had used when they first started training, starting with the most basic visualization techniques for Geralt and Ciri.
He had his reasons; Geralt and Ciri, especially Ciri, had an extremely significant "fateful meaning" in this world.
Geralt was destined to be Ciri's protector, and Ciri, possessing powerful ancient blood, could be considered the "chosen one" of this world.
Karl was eager to see what talents these two would display when faced with the energy system created based on his own.
Under Karl's guidance, Geralt and Ciri found a relatively quiet place, sat down, closed their eyes, and tried to visualize the sun.
Time passed second by second, and just a few minutes later, Ciri's long eyelashes fluttered, and she was the first to open her eyes.
Her little face showed anxiety and uncertainty as she looked at Karl and hesitantly said:
"Um, Karl... I... I think I only saw a very blurry, illusory... outline of a glowing ball?"
"It seems to be constantly shaking, completely unstable, and won't take shape... Did I... fail?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Dalton, who had been quietly standing beside her, suddenly couldn't help but twitch sharply across his face.
His breathing quickened from shock, and he quickly began to take deep breaths, struggling to recover.
He and Phillip had trained hard for almost two months before they could vaguely visualize the overall picture.
As for creating a completely clear and stable outline, we don't know when we'll be able to do that.
But how long did this Princess of Cintra take? A few minutes?!
Considering the difference in talent, Dalton believed that he and Phillip were ordinary people, extremely mediocre.
Karl chuckled inwardly, watching Dalton's dejected expression.
But outwardly, he gave Ciri a smile of boundless praise: "No, Ciri, quite the opposite. Your talent is very, very outstanding."
"At your pace, even without my help, you'll be able to successfully master this meditation method on your own quite soon."
He changed the subject and said with a smile: "However, since I'm here, you don't need to waste time figuring it all out on your own."
As soon as he finished speaking, Karl reached out and gently placed his hand on Ciri's thin shoulder.
Ciri's eyes widened in surprise. She clearly felt a warm, gentle stream flowing from Karl's palm into her body.
This warm stream seemed to possess consciousness, slowly and steadily circulating through her body along a complex path, completing a full cycle on its own.
Under the warm current, she felt her body sink into warm water, feeling cozy and indescribably comfortable.
The mental fatigue I had been experiencing while trying to visualize completely disappeared.
Karl withdrew his hand and whispered: "Remember the path this energy takes through your body."
"From now on, you only need to follow this path and combine it with visualization techniques, and you'll be able to practice on your own without my external help."
"Yes! I understand!" Ciri nodded vigorously, her little face expressing both excitement and seriousness.
She closed her eyes again, focusing on recognizing and remembering the still-not-fully-disappeared traces in her body, imprinting them in her memory.
Meanwhile, Geralt remained immersed in a deep meditative state.
His brows were slightly furrowed, as if struggling with some invisible obstacle, and his whole body was tense.
His breathing also became more rapid than before, clearly indicating that this process was not easy for him.
......…
Time passed, and about half an hour later, slightly hurried footsteps came from the entrance to the training ground.
A tall man in a luxurious fur coat, accompanied by a druid of about sixty years old holding a wooden staff, anxiously appeared at the edge of the training ground.
The tip of the druid's staff emitted a faint, directed magical glow – a spell they had used to find Ciri.
When they saw everyone on the training ground, especially Ciri, who was unharmed and had her eyes closed, sensing something,
Eist visibly relaxed, but the anxiety on his face did not completely disappear.
The druid looked with a hint of surprise at Geralt, who stood motionless like a stone statue, completely unresponsive to external stimuli.