Elian's POV
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The next morning arrived, and he woke up with one goal and one goal only.
Finding ways to evolve his mana core to the next level and succeed before the system's ultimatum.
Elian sat up, stretching out his arms when he woke up. He squinted, his eyes scanning the room as he scratched the back of his neck.
Suddenly, a stream of sunlight shot out of one of the windows—which had been previously covered by thick curtains. And standing there was Kyren, holding aside the curtains as the sunlight highlighted his silhouette.
"Rise and conquer, little flame." The Rogue king's lips curled into a slow smile.
His cloak trailed behind him as he left the window at Elian's right, strutting to the bed. When he got there, he sat, all while Elian subconsciously held his breath.
The newly acquired mana core still pulsed with energy. Energy which Kyren could easily discover—if he hasn't already.
"G–Good morning, Kyren." Elian stuttered, plastering a smile. "What time is it?"
