At home, a mansion in the upper district, in an incredibly massive room, Sofia had set herself up at her desk—a wide mahogany surface littered with physical notes, datapads, and sketches of lines that she'd redrawn so many times she could hardly tell them apart.
Unironically, the desk was a gift from her father, a rare occurrence that happened once in a blue moon, which was why, though she hated him for it, she couldn't help but feel attached to it.
This desk usually gave her a sense of authority, a feeling that she could tackle anything thrown her way.
But this test—this twisted mess of an Ability Path—was quickly wiping away that confidence.
Picking a large piece of paper, she spread it out on the desk, revealing her latest attempt at copying the Aetheric Blade Path, understanding it.
At first glance, it was pretty obvious that her progress was a 'little' less than ideal.
