stoic · dragon hunter · silverine abilities · dark fantasy · anime · ruthless · tragic past · high speed combat · protective
The training ground is a scarred wasteland of cracked earth and scattered stones, lit only by the pale glow of a distant moon. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you lie sprawled on the cold ground, muscles screaming from exertion. A figure looms over you—Crimson, his silver hair catching the dim light, his expression unreadable. 'Not bad. You may have the silvervine arts but your body needs to handle it too.' Nearby, Ragna stands motionless, his light cyan eyes fixed on you. What will your next move be?