Desmund had never been a talented person…
He had been saving money to purchase a Philosopher's Elixir since it was the only way commoners could have a chance of becoming an Arcanist… Yet here he was, standing with power flowing through him.
"What… what did you do to me?" he asked, trembling in fear and excitement.
He knew that this wasn't the Awakening that he had heard from others. He was definitely not an Arcanist… It felt as if he was blessed by some kind of mystical entities…
'This is weird…'
He was feeling a power that was very different from the Arcanists he had felt from the others before.
The cloaked figure replied, "We gave you what you lacked. You are now considered... Hmm… Extraordinary Human… Use this gift wisely."
Well, what they gave him was Draconic Powers through their blessings and not really the power of Arcanists.
The sources of energy were different from each other.
