The scorching sun hung high above the endless stretch of desert, casting long shadows over the cracked earth.
The air was dry and still, with only the occasional gust of hot wind breaking the silence. In the middle of this barren wasteland, Asher stood tall, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Arthur with disbelief written all over his face.
"You didn't even learn more than three Talents and Skills?" Asher scoffed, shaking his head, "I'm honestly baffled how you survived long enough to become a peak S Ranker. Did you get juiced up with multiple Radems or something?"
Arthur, standing a few feet away, winced at the harshness of Asher's words. His shoulders slumped as he lowered his head in shame, "I… I don't know. I somehow managed, I suppose," he muttered, rubbing his temple as a sudden pain shot through his head, his memories fuzzy, as if they were buried too deep for him to reach.
