Outside, the cold wind of Northmarch chilled the atmosphere despite the sun's might.
Percival took a seat on a pavement, munching on an apple he had purchased back in the tavern. He had two days until Rettucia finished the Anchor.
Two days of downtime.
He could return to the Gate World Hall. Grind a few Beta Gates. Maybe hit Lvl 25 or even 30 if he forwent sleep.
Lvl 50 was his next major milestone, so it was best he began the climb.
He looked to his left.
Adjacent to the Training Hall was an open-air dirt yard. That place was known as the "Warrior's Pit."
Dozens of men and women were there, sweating in the dirt. They were Warriors, the unawakened combat class.
Percival remembered that his first-ever summons had been the skeletons of Warriors at Withercrook graveyard, before they crumbled under the assault of the bandits who were now part of his current summons.
