Having expended all twenty of his attribute points, Aeryon knew he still had considerable resources at his disposal.
What is left to use is his twenty skill points and his three of class ability card.
He did not yet check his class ability card.
But then he remembered something. He walk out of the tent and look at the sky.
He glanced at the winter sky
As Aeryon stood outside and gazed at the winter sky, he couldn't help but reflect on the passage of time.
"hours passes and I did not even notice it" he thought to himself. He chuckles with a wry smile on his face
Hours had slipped away unnoticed while he had been immersed in his thoughts, his attributes, and his plans for the tribe.
The chill of the winter air brushed against his skin, a reminder of the season's persistence.
Despite the cold, there was a sense of tranquillity in the Great Steppe, a vastness that stretched out before him.
