Rael sat cross-legged in his longhouse, deep in thought. He was going over what Iyvre had said about ascending to the next rank. Though he wasn't at the peak of the Iron Fighter rank yet having not even undergone his breakthrough to the third tier,he couldn't help but reflect deeply on the mysteries of the ranks.
"The heart," he murmured.
He found it an oversight on his part that he hadn't even bothered to notice what really changed within him after he stepped into the first rank. He didn't blame himself though he hadn't been in the best position to do so, he had no one to mentor him, and the WarMaster Scripture was either too vague or simply meant for its users to explore their own paths.
Rael focused on the itch in his veins, an odd feeling to begin with. "It starts with the veins," he traced the vein on his wrist up to his shoulders, "then the heart. That becomes a core," he murmured, finally coming to a conclusion.
