With his new card, Lancet headed back to the dorms. His new Talent and Awakener Rank would likely spread before he even reached the gate, but Lancet didn't care to think about any of that.
Now, the only thing that was in his head was Hebthej. Beating up three overconfident weirdos was one thing, but killing a Demon Head was a pedigree that would remain an Awakener's title for as long as they lived.
If Lancet truly wanted to kill one, he had to train harder. He had to become better until there were barely any visible weaknesses left.
And he had to do it before Hebthej which was in three days.
Reaching the Bronze Dorms, he made his way to the back where a small training ground was built. The path was narrow and overgrown, weeds pushing through cracked paving stones.
Most students didn't care about this training ground. It was a forgotten patch of cracked concrete and weathered equipment, hidden behind the lowest rank dorm where the Academy's budget never quite reached.
