Recalling Vanderman’s expression, Garen suspected it was because of Acacia’s low Intelligence that he wasn’t taught to become a Luminarist…
It was getting quiet outside, human voice and footsteps slowly faded away. Only occasional howls in the woods remained.
The sky was getting darker.
Staring at the dark sky outside, Garen slowly calmed down.
His anxiety-ridden brain was slowly tranquilized, returning to his previous state.
"Two years… Last world I was able to become the top in the world, I refuse to believe I can only accept my fate in this one!" He sat with his legs crossing, his eyes shining brightly in the night.
He recalled everything in the last world, Sylphalan, Old Man Gregor, Andrela, King of Nightmares, Ying Er, his uncle… Familiar faces keep popping up.
Garen closed his eyes slowly, and breathed deeply.
Sssss…
A breeze of cold air entered his lungs, lifting his spirit.
"Luminarists…"
