The rest of the days passed in a flash before Malakai or Renlo knew it. And on the day of The Hunt, Malakai was seated cross legged on his bed, eyes closed and focus absolute.
His entire body appeared serene, still as a lake. In this moment, nothing could break his focus.
It was early morning, and the harmattan air bit even colder than usual.
It was just past 5 a.m., but Malakai was already up. Already training. For the past three months, not once had he broken this routine.
Asleep by midnight, awake by five. Every single day. And because of that, his hard work had begun to pay off.
Malakai flicked his eyes open, exhaling sharply as if to release the tension in the air.
"Status," he called out, and a holographic panel appeared before his face, displaying his stats.
[Vita Core Interface]
Name: Malakai Von Sanguine
Lineage: Direct Descendant of the Sanguine Clan
Title(s): [Successor of Life] [Ruined Heir] [Worthless Trash] [Rising Underdog] (New!)
Talent Grade: ???
