In the Thornefang base, there were only a few people present since most of them were out doing different jobs. From hunting down monsters to protecting the people making the railroad.
Milos was one of the few who were in the base at the moment. He was now wearing double the weight that everyone else was wearing.
Milos's body had changed from the weak young man he used to be into a powerful-looking warrior.
Yet, even now, as his strength had grown and his muscles had taken a more defined, powerful form, he still hadn't awakened his aura.
There were times when he would stare at his own reflection, wondering if he was missing something, if some hidden power lay dormant in him, waiting for the right moment.
But unlike before, he no longer felt that desperate urge to grasp at power blindly. His thoughts had settled, clearer than the fog of uncertainty that once clouded his mind.
