The journey back to the main campus was silent. Alvian had commandeered a private cabin on the lead Mana-Skiff, not by request, but because no one dared to sit with him.
He sat by the window, watching the clouds drift by. The adrenaline of the battle had faded, replaced by the cold calculation of the next step.
The "Sand Wyrm Incident," as it would inevitably be called, was a turning point. He had exposed his new tankiness and his overwhelming power to the general student populace. The element of surprise for the Tournament was gone.
"Good," Alvian mused. "Fear is a better weapon than surprise."
He pulled up his interface.
[Level 31]
[Unassigned Stat Points: 15]
He dumped them all into Energy. His physical stats were already monstrous thanks to the [Tablet of the Earth Core]. He needed deeper mana reserves to sustain [Frost Heart] and [Runic Aegis] for prolonged battles.
The Skiff docked at the Academy's Grand Plaza.
