A full week passed after Amon returned to Arcadia Academy.
The peaceful days continued quietly, yet for Amon, every single day was packed with intense training and nonstop effort.
From morning until late night, he spent most of his time either inside the training grounds, library, or meditation rooms while trying to improve himself as quickly as possible.
Now that he had finally reached Master Rank, Amon could clearly feel how much broader the path ahead of him had become.
The amount of mana he could control while using magic spell had increased tremendously compared to before, and even his physical abilities had become sharper and stronger.
His senses improved. His reflexes became faster. Even his mana while using darkness element itself felt denser and heavier.
Yet despite all that.
Amon was still unsatisfied.
Because after seeing powerful beings like Kazriel, Vetaal, Alistair, Queen Celestia, and even high-ranking demons...
He knew very well that he was still weak.
