It had taken him longer then usual to get ready that morning.
He wasn't really a morning person, but he had been unable to sleep at all that night. His eyes glued to the roof of his tent, watching as the darkness of the night slowly shifted into the morning lights.
...Rayleigh wasn't prepared at all.
He wished he was stronger right now. Then he would be the one in charge, calling all the shots.
His father was at the fifteenth tempering. Whereas he was only at his fourteenth circle. It was a difference of only one level, yet it might as well have been day and night.
Unlike his father however, Rayleigh could still grow stronger with the help of his own talent and the system. His father had already exhausted his potential, despite undergoing his fifteenth tempering three and a half centuries ago. He showed no signs of attempting to undergo his next one.
