“It’s Noah. The symbols had been chiseled away, leaving only a couple points and corners, but not enough to determine what was originally inscribed. His mana, untrained and unrefined, was burning out dangerously fast, not that he cared or even felt it. If you want a reason to live, then for now, live for this very moment, where you christen your new guitar and new life. So, what? ———-
The morning breeze blew through the open windows of the throne room, with the hanging curtains flapping between the stationed guards. May the gods smile upon you.” Grond didn’t say anything, simply bowed his head and turned to leave. “Hey, where are you going?”
Gradius was climbing up a mountain of rubble and reached the top of one of the perimeter walls, now looking over the city. “How do you feel?” Noah asked. “Valon, why?”
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The knight academy was a walled-off campus situated in the northern outskirts of the city, where there was plenty of room for various training regiments and war simulations.
