The weekend went by without any issues, and everyone was now getting ready for classes on the first day of the academy.
Everyone was happy—all but one person, who was tense: Riven. He stood at the center of his room with his eyes on the system screen.
[Riven Von Grave – Status Screen]
[Level: 5]
[Class: ???]
[Title: Disciple of the Sword, The One Loved by Chaos]
[Race: Human]
[Affinities: Blood, Fire]
[Mana: 1310]
[Strength: 25]
[Agility: 25]
[Endurance: 21]
[Intelligence: 24]
[Willpower: 23]
[Perception: 22]
[Charisma: 23]
[Skills:]
[Blood Manipulation – lv1]
[Fire Manipulation – lv1]
[Fist Fight – lv4]
[Flame Blast – lv2]
[Flame Arc – lv1]
[Blood Scythe – lv1]
[Fire Wall – lv1]
[Blood Bind – lv1]
[Sword Mastery – lv2]
[Next Trial: 1 Day]
His trial would be coming tomorrow. He thought he had been ready for it, but now that it was close, he felt scared, unsure of what to think.
