Indeed...
'…now what?'
That was the question chewing on Ignotus's brain.
The moment came when he had to seriously reconsider his path.
So, again, he stood there, his hands behind his back, staring blankly at the sky.
Around him, most of the people had gone, either back home or to undertake a quest.
They left him to reflect in quiet.
Ignotus had done it.
He was officially an Acolyte now, one of the fastest to ever reach it.
And yet, he didn't feel any different; his clothes were still cheap, and his pouch was still heartbreakingly empty.
'To become a Priest, huh…'
Ordination thirty—that was the target.
And it wasn't even that far, likely about fifteen hundred Soul Fragments away.
He could practically taste it, but that was where the real problem started.
Synaxis.
It was the key that unlocked the next stage.
Most Runebearers would get stuck there permanently.
