“The increase in mass and density which accompanies rising physical stats is of minimal concern to initiates. However, in the adept realm and above, problems begin to manifest. An adept seeker focused on physical stats can weigh as much as two tonnes. When that much mass rests on human feet it has a tendency to damage floors.

“It is for this reason that every seeker acquires at least one level in the mass scaling ability. By preparing early, we avoid any inconvenience that our rising mass might bring. For non-combatants the ability is even more useful as it allows for a significant imbalance between vitality and strength. After all, when you can lower your mass, it doesn’t matter if your strength isn’t high enough to support your true weight.”

From “The Discerning Seeker’s Guide to Ancillary Abilities” By Bartholomew Crowton

12th Waril, Summer, 375th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (1 season, 12 days later)

Nathan sat on his balcony, farin in hand, looking up at the stars. It was the one-year anniversary of his arrival in Kelric, though he hadn’t been aware the entire time. It hadn’t yet ceased to amaze him how radically different his life had become. From what he could piece together of his memories, he had been some sort of shop worker, and he’d gone from that to functional aristocracy.

Not in quite the same way that the nobles of Albion were aristocrats, but there were plenty of similarities. He didn’t have a job and yet received a weekly stipend of ten gates, the equivalent of three thousand pounds. He had access to every luxury he could think to ask for, such as the mobile frost flame which sat on the table beside him. Summer could go die in a hole as far as he was concerned.

He didn’t even have any real responsibilities. A normal beneficiary would be expected to meet certain skill or stat or level targets to earn their stipend. However, Nathan was fairly confident that if he gave up, his patron elder would sooner have a party than berate him.

With regards to his training, things had been going extremely well, or so he’d been told anyway. The two skills he’d been working on had reached level six. With his warped experience of levelling speed, it felt almost glacial. In truth, he was going faster than anyone in recorded history.

Using Lucas as a comparison helped to give him a better perspective. The aspiring cultivator had taken over a decade to get the three core skills of cultivation up to level six. And that was apparently indicative of extreme talent given how little time he was able to spend training each day. Not that the man himself would ever acknowledge it.

The basic plan for Nathan’s training was to focus on two skills every half a year, spending six hours a day working on each. Then, after he had raised them up to level ten, he would spend another six hours of each day broadening his competence with those skills. Similar to what ended up happening with the mana control and aura perception.

For now, that time slot was being used to round off his mana control, in addition to the worst thing he had ever experienced: exercise. Truly it was a torment that only the most twisted of sadists could have conceived.

Of course, it wasn’t that bad really. He obviously had to push himself, that was how stat training worked, but there was a visceral satisfaction to the exhaustion that inevitably followed. It also gave him a break from the pain that he used to accelerate his skill training.

While he wanted to raise his trained stats to the maximum, there was no pressing need for it. Even for agility, which had started at two, he would get there in just over two years.

The strength training was fairly simple, using increasingly heavy weights to push his muscles to their limits. Agility training, on the other hand, was a strange mish-mash of different things.

Over the course of several days, he would do everything from dodging projectiles to identifying small details of fast-moving objects. He even had to dance around on top of poles like a character from a cliched martial arts movie. Though for safety reasons, his poles were only a foot tall.

The reason for the eclectic mix ultimately came down to the nature of agility. The primary focus of the stat was the speed and effectiveness of the nervous system. This resulted in improvements to both reaction time and the potency of his physical senses. The more effectively his nerves operated, the more sensory information they would be able to take in.

Regardless of how disconnected the different kinds of agility training seemed, they still produced results. Unfortunately, it was from those results that he learned what Fariel had meant by weird notifications.

[You can now lift slightly heavier twigs, wooo! Strength +1.]x2

[Maybe if you were nicer, people wouldn’t throw things at you. Agility +1.]x3

Sarcastic notifications weren’t the worst thing in the world. It was annoying, but few things could spoil the rush that came from your strength suddenly increasing by twenty five percent.

His agility had actually gone up first. He’d been surprised since it happened on literally the first day, but Marius had explained that base stats rarely sat neatly in line with the number that represented them. In other words, his natural agility would have been around 2.9 which the system floored to 2. He was also thankful to learn that not every notification was affected.

[You have gained a level in Obfuscation.]x2

His progress in the skills department was a bit more exciting, helped mostly by a device that elders Ashbourne and Haelend had reluctantly designed.

The core of it was a palm sized disc of platinum which was attached to four straps that went over his shoulders and around his torso, linking together in the middle of his back. When the enchantment was active it interacted with his nerves to directly trigger a sensation of pain without causing any actual harm.

The first prototype had been, in Nathan’s opinion at least, pretty useless. According to the elders it generated pain equivalent to having every bone in your body continuously breaking. It certainly hurt, even with level ten pain tolerance. However, the whole point of asking Elder Haelend to help was that he could push himself well beyond what his abilities would permit and stay sane through targeted mental healing.

The final version had a circular groove around the edge to control the pain level. It allowed him to go as high as he wanted, though if he pushed it too far the enchantment would burn out in minutes. As it was, he had three copies of the device so that two could restore themselves while he used the third.

Rather disappointingly, the skills that he was starting with weren’t actual magic skills. Not that Nathan could complain too much since he set the order himself. The first was Learning. The benefits of being better at learning were fairly self-explanatory, and particularly useful given how much he had to study in a relatively limited timespan. The second skill was Aura Control, a staple skill trained to at least level one by all seekers and most mortals.

To train the Learning skill Nathan fell back on the language guides given to him by Fariel. With the intent and awareness to actually get the skill he had anticipated the first level being a matter of days. However, even with the degree of pain that he put himself through it took almost three weeks.

Fortunately, with free time to plan and the ability to stop the pain, he was able to design increasingly gruelling schedules. By taking advantage of the bonus provided by each new skill level he was able to push himself hard enough that he could maintain the same levelling speed.

The process of ramping up the difficulty was greatly helped when he finished mastering Eternal in the fourth week. After Eternal came the penultimate language: Verlesse. In a span of one hour, it easily cemented its place as the most frustrating thing he had ever encountered.

The language had a system of grammar that was orders of magnitude more complex than any sane person could possibly justify. It used characters rather than an alphabet, similar to mandarin or kanji. But the characters could be combined into compounds with such freedom that, without decades or centuries of experience, the written language was almost unreadable.

Even the spoken language had dozens of specific tones and variations that allowed the speaker to convey anything from deep respect to a level of insult equivalent to threatening the brutal murder of a person’s entire family.

And all that madness was topped off by the simple fact that for every single rule there were at least half a dozen exceptions. It made English look consistent.

The reason for all of Verlesse’s maddening convolution was, ironically, very straightforward. It was designed to be that way. Verlesse was a language that the high fae had created to communicate with mortals.

When negotiating a deal, they almost always refused to speak anything else. Naturally, they could. They just chose not to since Verlesse gave them a significant advantage. It was much easier to sneak loopholes into deals if you were the only one involved who actually understood the wording.

All of this culminated in one utterly ridiculous fact: Verlesse had its own skill.

[You have gained the Learning skill.]

[Learning 1st Lvl 1: Perfect to compensate for overwhelming stupidity. You are better at learning and learning to learn.]

[You have gained a level in Learning.]x5

[You have gained the Verlesse Mastery skill.]

[Verlesse Mastery 1st Lvl 1: So that when the penny drops, it’s easier to work out where you went wrong. You are better at using and learning Verlesse.]

[You have gained a level in Verlesse Mastery.]x5

In contrast to his training with the Learning skill, which he organised himself, Aura Control was taught to him by Marius. Having level ten Aura Control and, as he often complained, very little else to do, the butler had leapt at the chance to teach him.

Aura Control was a foundational skill which almost every cultivator and sorcerer learned before studying actual magic. This was because Aura Control was easier than elemental control, but also served to get novice mages used to moving things with their mind. Of course, every seeker who advanced far enough eventually had to learn Aura Control to prevent their aura from harming those around them.

Auras resulted from the nature of a sub-element of spirit essence: breath. Breath was one of the only inter-planar sub-elements. It moved between the material and spiritual planes carrying information between material ectoplasm and spiritual aether. The action of breath was what caused the aether in the spiritual plane to form a facsimile of the material plane.

When breath essence interacted with the spiritual body of a living thing it became trapped. Stuck orbiting whatever it was attached to. The stronger the spiritual body, the more breath could become attached and the stronger the aura would become.

In the same way that elemental control used the control node of the soul to move earth or air or even space itself, aura control used the control node to move the user’s aura.

Unlike with elemental magic however, the interaction node, which connected the soul and spirit together, was able to pick up some of the slack while controlling aura. Almost every species in existence had evolved to have some degree of innate aura control.

It served as the first line of defence from spiritual attacks. Something that was more of a concern for those not part of an advanced magitech civilisation. By following their instincts, novice mages learned how to control their aura and gained experience with using their control node at the same time.

In Nathan’s case, his experience with Mana Control meant that he had trouble with letting his interaction node do its job. The best way to control your aura, Marius had told him, was to use your control node to guide your interaction node into doing what you wanted using as little effort as possible.

In the time before he got his first few levels Nathan had a tendency to exhaust himself by trying to do too much directly. Eventually though, the combination of levels in Aura Control and Learning caused his competence to begin surging upwards.

[You have gained the Aura Control skill.]

[Aura Control 1st Lvl 1: It’s so much easier to undress people with your eyes when they can’t read your mind. You are better at controlling and learning to control your aura.]

[You have gained a level in Aura Control.]x5

Setting his cup down, Nathan concentrated on his aura and slowly gathered the majority of it into a small ball in front of him. He watched, with a satisfied smile, as the distortion it created in the air warped the stars into swirls of multicoloured light.

Breath essence carried information both ways, but unlike the spiritual plane, which was around 70 percent aether, there was only a small amount of ectoplasm on the material plane.

The warping effect that aura could have on air was a consequence of airborne compounds which contained trace amounts of ectoplasm. Apparently, those same compounds were the origin of stories about ghosts, ghouls and all manner of ‘supernatural’ creatures. While they were very rarely the undead, ghosts did actually exist. They were just the manifestations of various parvels.

After a few moments, Nathan relaxed his aura and reached for the small leather case which sat on the table beside him. Inside were a series of finger sized vials, marked from level zero to level nine. Taking out the level zero vial, he unscrewed the dropper that served as a lid and put a single drop into the dregs of his farin. He then drank the small amount of fluid remaining in the cup, grimacing at the poison’s bitter flavour.

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Obviously, he wasn’t poisoning himself for fun. It tied into the final component of his training: tolerance abilities. The poison was in the interest of acquiring Toxicity Tolerance, but he was also aiming for Starvation Tolerance and Thirst Tolerance. Unfortunately, that meant that he was limited to only one cup of farin a day.

The abilities weren’t strictly necessary, especially Toxicity Tolerance, but they would allow Elders Ashbourne and Haelend to make the restoration enchantment they were going to build in Atlantis slightly more streamlined. Nathan was all for improving the device that would keep him alive. However, he didn’t expect to get the first levels of the tolerance abilities until late autumn. There was after all a limit to how far he could push himself in that department while still remaining functional.

Nathan leaned back into his chair and tried to ignore the stinging sensation that was starting to spread from his gut. The poison, sollethin, was manufactured from a plant called acid vine. Unsurprisingly, the vine’s sap was mildly acidic.

Sollethin, on the other hand, was terrifying. In high enough doses it caused anything afflicted with it to melt from the inside out. In the tiny amounts that Nathan used it felt like acid reflux, but across his entire body.

Overall, despite progress being slow compared to his earliest experiences, he felt that things were going well. He was on schedule at least.

With the skilled healing of Elder Haelend he wasn’t pressured, stressed or traumatised by the twelve hours a day he spent torturing himself. More than anything though, he enjoyed the sense of purpose that filled him. He had a clear, obtainable goal. And it was certainly a goal worth pursuing; who didn’t want to live forever? Or at least be able to choose when they died.

In truth, Nathan wasn’t sure that he would ever stop pushing, assuming he successfully became ageless, of course. There was an inherent rush to rapidly becoming skilled at something completely new. It felt good to push forward, to become more than he was. And equally, it felt good to look back and realise just how far he had already advanced. There were so many skills and abilities out there and he wanted them all. If he managed to become ageless, it might even be possible.

[You have gained access to the Endless Path class series.]

[The Endless Path, Grade 4: With every step your stride grows longer, with every day you advance further. The pursuit of power is not a means, but the end itself.]

Nathan grinned as he read the notification. Clearly Vashniel’s influence didn’t extend to class notifications. Limited as the description was, it sounded like an extremely good class. Still, he had plenty of time to see if there were other options. He looked forward to finding out.

12th Faril, Summer, 375th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (2 days later)

Faril, at Elder Haelend’s insistence, was Nathan’s day off. He typically spent it at the library, before heading over to the Bloody Chalice with Lucas at the end of the day. And that was where they were now. Sat at a table in the eternally empty inn, they filled the time with music, conversation and games of layth.

Layth was a board game where the basic rules resembled draughts. In layth however, rather than one board, there were three held atop each other by poles in the corners.

Initially, each board was separate, with both players getting three moves per turn. But if a board was won, the player who controlled it could move pieces on the edge up or down to adjacent boards.

The game’s relative simplicity, and the absence of the internet, made it extremely popular. Supposedly one of the elders of Palraith even had a class based on the game. Though at higher levels it was usually played with more than three boards.

The game they were playing at the moment was drawing to a close. Lucas already controlled the lower two boards which left Nathan to try and defend the top with only three of his pieces. He knew he wasn’t good enough to turn the situation around through anything other than luck, but he would keep playing to the bitter end. It was the principle of the thing. That and the fact that he had actually lucked out once or twice before.

Broadly speaking, Nathan and Lucas were fairly close in terms of skill. Nathan because he was relatively new and Lucas because he hadn’t played much since leaving school. If nothing else, they were united by their win-loss ratios against Evalyn.

Unsurprisingly, six centuries of experience and several hundred mental stat points were a recipe for crushing defeat. The only way they came close to victory was by playing a game each at the same time. Even with that handicap, the vampiric innkeeper had only lost one game.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Where does all the water come from?” Nathan asked as he moved a piece to its death. The conversation had somehow arrived at the vast rivers that linked the federal cities.

“There are a few tributaries in the north, near Relash and Thorian,” Lucas replied, taking the sacrificial piece, and then moving into position to deal the killing blow to Nathan’s two remaining pieces next turn.

“But where does that water come from? It hardly ever rains south of the Vitandum Mountains.” Nathan made a token move with each of his last pieces.

“Some people think that there’s a water elemental in the mountains. Some people think it’s a miracle from one of the gods did. All anyone knows is that once you get into the mountains, all the southern rivers break up into tiny streams and disappear. No one’s ever found the source,” Lucas said, taking Nathan’s pieces and ending the game. “Is that fifty?”

“Yep,” Nathan answered. “Congratulations. Fifty to thirty-four. I am catching up though. Slowly.”

“You’re definitely getting better. I imagine Learning probably helps. Anything new in that department?” Lucas asked while they reset the boards.

“Not yet. I shouldn’t be too far off level se… Oh, hello.” Nathan was cut off by Felix, Evalyn’s familiar, jumping into his lap, shrinking to the size of a house cat mid-leap.

There was a chuckle from the direction of the kitchen. “It doesn’t seem fair that my own familiar likes you more than me,” Evalyn said, putting two dishes on the table.

Lucas had a sort of creamy fish curry, while Nathan had a small slice of a sweet, lemony bread. Nice as the bread was, he would be extremely happy once he maxed out Starvation Tolerance.

“My sentiment multiplier does give me a bit of an unfair advantage,” Nathan replied, scratching the tiny, white panther between the ears.

“Yes, you do smell delicious,” the vampire said, with a grin that revealed her fangs.

“As compliments go, I think that’s a bit dubious,” Nathan responded.

“Oh, don’t worry, the high council supplies all the blood I need. I’d only eat you in an emergency.”

“Very reassuring. How does the whole blood thing work? Is there a physical component or is it all sentiment?” Nathan asked, helping Lucas get the last few pieces in place.

“No, it’s purely sentimental. Blood that we ingest has its sentiment removed and is destroyed in the process.”

They continued chatting as Nathan and Lucas began another game of layth. Occasionally one of them would make a mistake severe enough for Evalyn to snicker at them. Then it briefly turned into a race to see who would spot the error first.

Eventually the game ended in Nathan’s victory. He’d managed to win the middle board without losing too many pieces, which let him sweep over the outer boards with relative ease.

Evalyn brought them a pot of farin, and they disassembled the layth boards as they got ready to go. They were mostly waiting for Felix to get off of Nathan’s lap. The indolent creature had entered the strange torpor that the low fae had in place of sleep. In the interest of not losing a hand, Nathan had decided not to wake him up.

As he started to get close to the end of his single cup of farin, they heard the door to the atrium rattle. There were sounds of muffled argument, followed by the slamming of a door.

“Someone’s new,” Nathan observed. Anyone who had been before would know that the inner and outer doors couldn’t be open at the same time, not even at night.

“It does happen from time to time,” Evalyn said, “I sometimes think that I should put up a sign. But then, it is rather funny.”

After a little more fumbling the door opened to reveal a pair of heavyset mortals. The two men were each dressed in a loose top and pair of trousers, as was common among Kathreshi mortals. They stood out slightly because of the badges on their right breasts, a twisted circle of silver threads on a background of dark grey.

“Oh gods,” Lucas muttered, running a hand over his face, “this is not going to end well.”

“Why? Do you know them?” Nathan asked.

Before he could get a response a third man, this one dressed in a dark grey non-combatant robe, pushed his way past the other two. From his aura and spiritual body, Nathan could tell that he was an initiate just barely stronger than Lucas. He looked around the room with a disdainful sneer on his face, before locking on to Lucas and walking over to their table.

“You’re in my seat,” he drawled with the confidence of someone very used to getting his way. “Move.”

Nathan looked back and forth between Lucas’ carefully blank expression and the walking cliché a few times and then spoke. “So, who’s this prick?”

The initiate turned to look at him, outrage written across his face. “Who do you think you are?” he said, trying to press down on Nathan with his aura and failing spectacularly. He might have cowed the chair next to Nathan, had it been alive. “Know your place mortal.”

“It was my understanding that, from a titular perspective, a master is above an initiate,” Nathan replied, stroking Felix. Partly to soothe the rudely awoken fae and partly because it made him feel like a Bond villain.

As the arrogant moron gaped at him, one of his companions finally had the presence of mind to identify Evalyn. “Um, sir…”

“Not now.” The initiate waved the man off, before turning back to Nathan, “I am Initiate Douglas Maxim. My ancestor is an elder and the most senior member of the high council. You will show me the respect I deserve,” he said, with a smug expression.

“I don’t understand,” Nathan said, “why would you tell me to do something which I am already doing?” Initiate Douglas began slowly turning red. Seemingly rendered speechless by anger.

“Sir, I really think you shou…”

“Do not presume to give me orders,” The imbecile snapped, turning back to continue arguing with Nathan.

“You know, the one thing I don’t understand,” Nathan said, “is what exactly your plan was.”

“What?” Initiate Douglas asked, frowning in a strange mix of anger and confusion.

“Well, why would you think that causing trouble in an establishment owned by an adept vampire was a good idea?” Nathan elaborated, looking to where Evalyn was watching the conversation with an expression somewhere between condescension and abject fury.

Nathan could actually see the moment where Initiate Douglas identified Evalyn. His eyes bulged and every drop of blood seemed to flee from his face. His jaw hung open for a moment and a torrent of fear ran through his aura before he finally spoke again.

“We’re leaving,” he squeaked, turning and almost running for the door with his relieved companions.

“So,” Nathan said, after they heard the outer door close, “what in the name of sanity was that?”

“That,” Lucas replied with a long-suffering sigh, “was Douglas Maxim. He’s a dick, but he’s mostly harmless.”

“I see, and he expected to walk all over you because…”

Lucas grimaced. “Because I usually let him. If he gets his stupid power trip, he usually leaves me alone for a few weeks. And while most of the Maxims are much more sensible, his particular branch would leap to his defence at the slightest whiff of trouble.”

There was a creaking sound from Evalyn’s direction. They looked over to see the vampire gripping the back of a slightly broken chair.

“Do you mean to say,” she began, “that they are seekers who would take advantage of their power?”

Panic flared briefly in Lucas’ aura, though he suppressed it quickly. “Not really. It’s mostly just petty jabs and empty displays of power. They’re arseholes, not monsters.

“In the Enclaves that would be problem enough,” the vampire replied, though her death grip on the chair noticeably relaxed.

“Please don’t do anything Evalyn. It’s not worth the hassle.”

The vampire took a deep breath, releasing it in a heaving sigh.

“Very well. I will respect your wishes. But know that I do not approve.”

She turned to head through the door that led upstairs, leaving them alone. Felix jumped off Nathan’s lap and followed her, returning to his full size as he went.

Nathan levelled a pointed look at Lucas. “What?” the librarian asked, sounding wrung out by the events of the last few minutes.

“Surely you don’t expect me to believe that you would just accept this situation,” Nathan asked.

Lucas frowned a little and glanced at the door that Evalyn had left through.

“You’re not wrong,” he said in a quiet voice. “I… Well, I use him as a sort of veltun sink. If I have to deal with him, my parents don’t have to face quite as many disasters. To be honest, given Elder Maxim’s reputation, I’m amazed that the prick hasn’t been wiped from the face of Kelric already.”

“Is it really okay to leave him alone?” Nathan asked. “If he’s treats you, a member of a major institution, like this, what must he do to random mortals?”

Lucas frowned at him in confusion, before seeming to have an epiphany.

“I never showed you the seeker codex did I. That’s what I get for relying too much on class powers.”

He paused for a moment, composing his thoughts, before explaining.

“The seeker codex is the set of laws that govern seekers. The higher your realm is, and the greater the power difference between you and the victim, the harsher the punishments become for breaking the law. At the higher end of the adept realm, you can be executed for poor character.”

“That seems extremely harsh,” Nathan said.

“Once you get up to the level of power that an adept possesses, the wrong kind of personality can ruin hundreds, or even thousands of lives. It doesn’t happen that often though, maybe once every few thousand years. There are so many restrictions on advancing that few people are actually skilled enough to slip through the net. And those that do rarely get caught.”

“Restrictions?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah, you need the recommendation of three seekers before you’re allowed to accept a class. Though that system is so corrupt at this point that it might as well not exist. I think the high council keeps it around to help them tell who can be trusted. High initiates endure much more scrutiny.”

“Right, is that where the distinction comes from? It isn’t actually a realm is it.”

“Exactly. When you reach level twenty you get summoned before your district council for a character assessment. It just boils down to answering a bunch of hypothetical questions in the presence of a diviner or a truth-seer. Though there aren’t any truth-seers in Kathresh since it’s a kind of witchcraft.”

“What happens if you fail then?”

“You get monitored indefinitely. It’s sort of like life-long probation. And you’re prohibited from becoming an adept. People change over time of course and you can apply for reassessment whenever you want, but very few people actually succeed. Spending your entire life being watched for what is, fundamentally, a thought crime doesn’t exactly endear people to the government.”

“That doesn’t really sound like a recipe for a stable country, but I’m guessing that the god-like power at the top holds everything together.”

It seemed a bit draconian to Nathan, but then Earth didn’t have living nukes.

“There is an element of that I suppose,” Lucas said in a thoughtful tone, “but I think it’s mostly just the fact that hardly anyone is affected. There are only a couple million initiates in the city and only around ten percent of those will ever reach level twenty. There’s only a few thousand people in a city of a hundred million who have failed the character assessment, and not even all of them would necessarily object to the system.”

“I suppose if the system successfully prevents itself from becoming corrupt, it shouldn’t be too bad,” Nathan reluctantly conceded.

“It’s managed alright so far. Anyway, do you think you could not say anything about that whole mess with Douglas?” Lucas asked, looking a little sheepish.

Nathan gave the librarian a flat stare for a few moments before answering. “Yeah, alright. I agree with Evalyn that letting this happen is stupid, but I won’t say anything as long as he sticks to just being an arsehole. Though obviously, if he goes too far it won’t matter what I do.”

“Thanks,” Lucas said. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Status

[Status]

Name: Nathan Emmanuel Fellwood

Age: 3

Species: Human (Void-walker)

Realm: Mortal

Level: 0

Strength: 6 (6/10)

Agility: 5 (5/10)

Vitality: 10 (10/10)

Tempus: 10 (10/10)

Scope: 10 (10/10)

Stat Points: 0 (0)

Achievement Points: 2

[Class/es]

Grade 4 Available

[Skills 11]

Aura Control 1st Lvl 6

Aura Perception 1st Lvl 10

Language 1st Lvl 10

Learning 1st Lvl 6

Mathematics 1st Lvl 10

Mana Control 1st Lvl 10

Memory Technique 1st Lvl 10

Multitasking 1st Lvl 10

Reading 1st Lvl 10

Verlesse Mastery 1st Lvl 6

Visualisation 1st Lvl 10

[Abilities 12]

Echoes of the Barren Cosmos 1st (Innate)

REDACTED 1st (REDACTED)

Enhanced Aethereoception 1st Lvl 10

Enhanced Memory 1st Lvl 10

Enhanced Time Perception 1st Lvl 10

Identification 1st Lvl 10

Insomnia 1st Lvl 10

Isolation Tolerance 1st Lvl 10

Lightning Resistance 1st Lvl 10

Obfuscation 1st Lvl 3

Pain Tolerance 1st Lvl 10

Trauma Tolerance 1st Lvl 10