The golden sunlight of the morning filtered through the high, arched windows of the Black Fire Academy's Class 2 Training Room, casting long shadows across the polished granite floor.
Tony Clark sat cross-legged on the cold stone platform, his breathing deep and perfectly synchronized with the surrounding air. The fifty low-grade Aura crystals he had received from the disguised merchant lady were arranged in a neat, circular pattern around his body, their internal spiritual energy constantly humming as they released thick, glowing streams of pure primordial aura.
Tony had just been officially admitted into the outer campus of the academy as a 7th Class Disciple magus, but he knew with absolute certainty that this minor baseline rank was nowhere near enough to survive the brutal hierarchy of this higher universe.
