It had been two days, and Aiden was still unable to form an aura around his weapon. No matter how he tried to do it, all of the energy he had mustered would simply disappear right in front of his very eyes.
"You still aren't able to do it?" asked Isolde, who sat right beside him.
Aiden was extremely frustrated hearing that question, as he hadn't stopped trying for a single moment.
Not once had he taken a break for those two days, trying again and again.
However, the thing that frustrated him the most was seeing Isolde, who had no experience with close-range weapons, succeed in the first trial before him.
'How did she do it yesterday, when I can't even begin to form that fucking aura?' said Aiden to himself, insulting that aura, which was in the process of ruining his life at the moment.
"Aiden?" she said, muttering his name once again.
