[You have gained a Title]
[Slaving Smith]
Kallen stared at the notification hovering in his mindspace, expression unreadable, shadowed by silence. Seconds passed. He didn't blink.
But his mood was anything but good.
He willed the Title to open, and its description unraveled before him like a mocking scroll.
[Title: Slaving Smith]
[As a Peasant that lacks Providence, you have picked up a noble profession, sullying its name…]
The first line alone made his jaw tighten. Peasant? Whoever—or whatever—was behind the Existential Compendium, if he could strangle them through the system, he would.
But it was the second line that made his killing intent flare like a pressure leak.
[You have sundered a noble profession as a slave. A once proud princeling, destined for greatness, willingly wears on himself the shackles of a slave.]
[A slave to his ideals. A slave to his machinations. A slave to his goals. A willing slave to the Path Of Ascension.]
