Ezra leaned against the window seat of the first-class cabin, the hum of the aircraft barely noticeable beneath the luxury that surrounded him. A book rested in his hand, while his other idly swirled a glass of glowing, blue-tinted liquid—one of the Federation's refined mana drinks. His gaze occasionally drifted past the window, where clouds stretched endlessly across the sky.
He was heading north, toward the very edge of the Human Federation. His flight would land in the nearest city to Bloodfort, the border town nestled against the Bloodveil Mountain Range—a jagged frontier that marked the end of human lands and the beginning of the Vampire Continent.
Closing the book, Ezra set it aside and stretched slightly. His expression remained relaxed, but his mind turned inward.
Two months of relentless training, he mused. From early morning until nightfall… It's paid off. I've reached the very peak of Rank 4. Breaking into Rank 5, though… that will take more time. Patience.
