Raith opened his eyes to a familiar darkness. The place had now become a waiting room for him every time he dies. He was beginning to get into the actual use of his attribute, even though it was still on a surface level.
Before now, all that he had enjoyed was the effect of his attributes rubbing off on his status, but there was no way he would know that because he wasn't knowledgeable and so much resisted the darkness of the abyss.
He sat in the darkness crossed-legged, deep in thoughts.
He spaced out for a few minutes before speaking.
"How? How do I defeat this wyvern? I have the skills required for me to do magic but I don't have any magic skills. I don't know how it works. Thard-Harl's brother made this ruler of greed thing sound like a big deal but all it can do is steal skills, isn't it basically a degraded version of devourer?" Raith was frustrated.
He was even more angry with the silence that ensued after he let out his rant.
