I picked up the next infusion crystal, the one containing a defensive skill.
My curiosity peaked.
Arkas had assured me he would get skills compatible with my talent. But what kind of defensive ability would work with Generator? Something that reinforced my body? Or maybe something that manipulated Essence itself?
There was only one way to find out.
I crushed the crystal in my palm.
In an instant, my vision blurred, and I was pulled into another vision.
Then, slowly, I opened my eyes, not in the training hall, but somewhere else.
I stood inside a cave, its walls rough and uneven.
The air smelled of iron and decay, thick with the scent of blood. It wasn't just the smell. Blood covered the ground, dark and dried in some places, fresh and glistening in others.
Something terrible had happened here.
And in the center of it all, a man sat cross-legged.
