Alexander felt... lost. The moment he returned to Earth, everything had become dull. A certain type of dull, near indistinguishable from the color released by his [Null] affinity. The bursts of excitement, the exciting dilemma of challenges, the fearful expectations of strong foes... disappeared.
In Lanekia, he had trained under a Spirit Knight, a powerful being that had taught him many things, and also received some guidance from an Ancient Divine Dragon, possibly the oldest dragon in the house of death, excluding the progenitor. And after that, he had spent a grueling time fighting against the fragment of Kizmal, a giant the size of a mountain.
The feeling of being burnt by his blood, consumed by it, was still vivid in his mind. Never would it go away, for being buried in an infernal liquid that seeped into your very flesh, mind, and soul was not an everyday occurrence. Nevertheless, he had surpassed the trial, along with his friends.
