On the sixth day.
Kael's body ached, but it was a good ache, one that came from progress.
Every muscle in his arms carried a subtle heaviness and his once-slender frame now held a faint sharpness, a strength honed by relentless swings of his heavy sword.
That evening, while the other students remained in their private training rooms, Kael stood at the edge of Arcadia Academy's courtyard, staring toward the darkened hills beyond the city walls.
His eyes narrowed.
"Ravencall Watchtower…" he muttered, adjusting the strap of his sword.
"If the novel's events haven't changed, there should be eighteen demons there tonight."
This was no reckless impulse.
Kael wasn't simply chasing danger, he was testing his strength in the novel.
He still remembered the plotline from the novel he'd read.
In that story, Ravencall was a side-quest location filled with low-to-mid rank demons.
