Time passed quickly; another full eight months of ascetic training went by.
Allen lived like an ascetic monk. His daily routine was compressed into a simple cycle: studying, practicing his Meditation, and practicing newly learned Runes or testing new designs in the workshop. Aside from leaving once to complete his mandatory annual mission, he had not stepped outside the academy grounds.
"PHEW..."
Allen slowly opened his eyes. Within his deep blue irises, countless streams of light seemed to flash and fade. He picked up a bottle of High-Level Mental Recovery Potion next to him, tilting his head back and downing it as if it were water.
