Sam and Lola looked at Frost with envy. After so many years of adventuring they could not achieve what Frost was in the process of doing. Though their weapon mastery and magic were both superior to their young protégé, what truly made one able to reach B-rank and beyond was the ability to harness one's aura. Without it one would struggle to fight against monsters higher than C-rank. They'd be unable to summon even half their usual strength without their auras, remaining as prey instead of predators.
Sam clenched his fist so hard that blood seeped through his fingers and his joints audibly cracked as his face warped, a mixture of jealousy as well as joy in his expression. How old was Frost? How much experience did he have when it came to battle? And more importantly how much had he killed?
