"So... what's your ability?"
In a private combat room not too far from the Paragon Hall, a group of four stood observing Asher, who remained perfectly composed under their probing gazes.
"I don't have an ability," he stated plainly.
It was partially true and partially not. Yes, he was aware he possessed an ability, but he had no clue how to use it or when he'd even awakened it. Trying to give a lengthy explanation would waste precious time, and frankly, he wasn't in the mood for long conversations. After all, these people weren't his targets.
His time here was ticking down rapidly. There were about five months left before the entrance exams for the Arcane Legacy—barely any time to idle around with side characters whose chances of making it were about as substantial as a sugar cube.
