Heavy clouds rolled over the sky, suffocating the light and casting shadows over Lucen's face. The padded grass beneath cushioned his feet as he approached Thomas.
Thomas' handsome face twisted into a sneer, his smooth black hair fell over his forehead.
"You'll wait till you're called, halfblood," Thomas sneered. "But I guess that inflated ego of yours needs to be lightened."
The warm wind grew stronger, pouring over Lucen's face, scattering his messy blonde hair even more. A real Knight—Lucen couldn't wait to cross weapons with him.
Thomas was a Mid-tier Knight, meaning he had tempered two of the Tripartite. Body and mind, Lucen guessed. But it was still a great achievement. The pain of tempering was said to be maddening at times.
Lucen lowered his stance and raised his spear. Thomas stood carelessly, using his sword as a cane. It was a thin blade that had a purplish hue.
"Come at me, boy," he yawned. "Let's not waste my time."
