"Don't rush it," Clyde barked as he walked past one of the students whose veins were bulging with strain. "Feel the flow of the Spiritual Energy in your body. Focus. Visualize how you want your ability to manifest. Only then can you control it."
It looked like the student was trying too hard, his stance rigid, as if forcing something unnatural to emerge, possibly triggering the wrong power altogether.
Then, out of nowhere, a loud fart echoed through the room, followed by an awful smell that quickly spread. Clyde's face darkened instantly. Unfortunately, he was standing far too close to the culprit for his own comfort.
A beat of silence passed, then the entire room erupted into laughter.
"I knew it," One of the warriors muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're channeling your energy into the wrong place, man. Ease up!"
Another warrior chimed in between laughs, "Forget awakening your ability, you just unleashed a dark power. And it reeks!"
