The sun spilled golden light across the cobbled streets of the city, the city alive with its usual roar of merchants, smiths, and adventurers. Alex strolled out of the guild hall.
What weighed on his mind more was last night's session. He had landed a strike on Nyx. Not much in the grand scheme of things, but enough to remind him that improvement was possible, even against someone who felt untouchable. That single moment replayed over and over in his head, fueling his hunger for more.
"Alex!"
The voice pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to see Serah, the crimson-haired B-rank adventurer, jogging toward him. She was dressed not in her usual light armor, but in training gear—a snug tunic and fitted pants, her longsword slung across her back. Her green eyes sparkled with determination.
"Morning," Alex greeted, raising a brow.
"You look… ready for something."
