should be sitting in a lounge back at his father’s estate, but because he’d been born Adroit, he was expected to lead, and help those less fortunate.


    That shouldn''t be possible, I''m pulling directly from my core! Rezmir cried out to himself as he staggered to the ground once more. It was undeniable though, he felt as the world around him surged with power, pulling on his core and from all living things in his surrounding area, draining it of life and madra both. The feeling was surreal as his core was bled dry and he was left like a shriveled husk on the ground.