Six years later.
The shimmers of dark purple dust danced to the tune of the wind, floating freely under the moonlight.
"Yah. Yah. Yah."
A boy of twelve years stood within the wall of a spinning reddish-purple rune. Static energy flowed around it, its force creating a gust of wind.
The boy's body glistened with sweat. His upper body was bare, his raven-black hair dancing to the tune of the wind. His grey eyes darkened.
"Yah," he yelled, and the wall shattered, but another wall reinforced again. Its mere force made him stagger.
His muscles flexed as he gathered his arms to his lower abdomen.
"Break."
The wall shattered again, heeding his command.
Then another reinforced again. His sharp jaw clenched. He tried to gather his mana again. He closed his eyes, looking for the weak point in the formation, but the runes were spinning too fast.
"Come on, show yourself."
But the speed only increased. As if his body had sensed danger, his eyes snapped open.
