"It seemed like I won't be on the missions for quite a while," I said to myself as I walked out of the Lord Whitmores office.
The aura of abyssal source has made things very complicated; the Pyramid had called off all the most talented people of my generation. Anyone who is below thirty-five years old and is very closed to Grandmaster class or is at Grandmaster Class has been called back.
Their places have been replaced with the experienced fighters; the Pyramid is a little fearful that Grimms would launch an all-out assassination.
They would not keep us here forever, especially people like me. The Pyramid did not have enough people to function without for a long period of time; not to mention it would be detrimental to our growth.
I am sure they will give me a mission within ten days; till then, I was asked to focus on finding a method to heal the people in the hall of sleep and create as much as essence roses and other stuff I could.
