The silence that followed the massacre was heavy.
Rylen was staring at Kael with his mouth hanging open, looking between the boy and the pile of dissolving corpses.
Seraphina was leaning on her rapier, her eyes narrowed, calculating, trying to reconcile the lazy slacker she knew with the whirlwind of death she had just witnessed.
Kael ignored both of them.
He was busy staring at the air in front of his face, his eyes darting back and forth as he navigated a menu only he could see.
[System Interface Accessed]
[◆ STATUS WINDOW ◆]
Name: Kael Darven
Race: Human
Age: 18
Class: Knight
Rank: Novice Sigil
WEAPON MASTERY:
Sword: 12%
Spear: 0%
Bow: 0%
Gauntlets: 0%
???: 0%
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ACTIVE TASKS:
→ Gain Admission to Obsidian Fang Academy [IN PROGRESS]
→ ??? [Waiting]
→ ??? [LOCKED]
◆ ◆ ◆
Kael stared at the number. 12%.
It looked low but seemed so big at the same time.
He flexed his fingers.
