Seth's eyes flashed. Even he couldn't think of a basic class that suited him.
He needed a class that complemented his base abilities; if not, he might end up restricting his own potential.
He stepped forward, heading straight toward the Variant section, the legendary path light simmering at a shade only he could trace beneath his feet, leading him to what he wanted.
As he walked through the Variant stall cluster, he understood the meaning of this classification.
Paths labeled as Variants didn't fit into categories with any of the top known basic paths. Instead, they were a conglomerate of lesser-known basic paths, such as fishermen, cooks, blacksmiths, and so on.
With very few being combat-related, he walked through the streets littered with scant crowds.
Unknowingly, he bumped into a figure while still deep in thought.
The foreign figure halted, turning to stare at Seth's back as he continued to walk away.
