Time flows like water, silently slipping by.
In the blink of an eye, only a few days remain before the Bloodline Altar opens.
Ron stands at the entrance of the Simulation Battle Device, but his mood is completely different from last time.
Gone is the anxiety in the face of the unknown, replaced by the anticipation of returning to the battlefield.
The previous encounter with the Tiger Race's Weapon Master Aksa had brought him significant gains.
Not only did his swordsmanship break through to mastery, but he also gained a deeper understanding of combat.
This time, he came with a clear goal in mind.
"Ron the Apprentice!" a familiar voice called from the control room.
Ron turned his head to see a middle-aged man in an Alchemist's robe waving at him.
"Master Grissom," Ron bowed slightly in greeting.
Grissom was the Alchemist responsible for maintaining the Simulation Battle Device in the school, also a familiar acquaintance Ron met through Thompson.