Black Fire Academy…
Tony Clark left the Black Rock District early in the morning. The crisp mountain air did nothing to slow his steady, lazy stride. Underneath his crimson-and-black outer disciple robes, his body felt completely rejuvenated.
The high-grade Meridian-Cleansing Essence provided by the disguised merchant lady the previous night had worked absolute wonders, completely repairing the burst blood vessels and internal strain he had suffered on the 32nd stair of the library pagoda. In his hand, he casually hefted the heavy, beautifully embroidered leather bag containing the fifty low-grade Aura crystals. He had no intention of wasting time at the standard, crowded public practice fields. He walked straight toward the massive, heavily fortified Training Hall of the outer campus.
