Chapter 93: Wreaking Chaos
There was no other way to explain how Jet had fired off those multiple spells in quick succession, and was able to keep it up to the point where the man couldn’t even put up a fight.
Zephyr didn’t want to end up like that man. So he really hoped there was a general standard he could use to accurately gauge a person’s strength before a fight even began. Though some part of him doubted it.
Zephyr sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. ’We might have to take our time to create a standard that we can use to at least get a rough idea of other people’s strengths, Aegis.’
I’ll get started on that. In the meantime, how about we get a gauge on your strength.
"What, like right now?" Zephyr said out loud. "I’m not even fully healed yet."
I believe this is the best time to test yourself. Jon has just left in a state of excitement to report about you being a Pathfinder. In a few minutes, depending on who Jon reports to, this place would be full of higher-ups who want to see if what Jon claims is true. From then on, it’s safe to say you would not have as much freedom as you’ve been given so far. Even if they claim you would be free, with the way Jon weighted a Pathfinder, you would always be watched. If only for your safety. It would be a very sensible decision on their part.
So, again, if there are abilities you don’t want anyone to find out, this is the best time to test them out.
Zephyr immediately shook off the covers, climbing off the bed despite not feeling at a hundred percent— In fact, barely past fifty. But it was better to take this chance now rather than when he had people watching him at all times.
He quickly grabbed a cloak and a few coins of the local currency from his bag, and walked out of his quarters while still adapting to his stiff body.
It was dark outside, still at the very early hours of the morning. It looked like the worst time for him to have stepped out, but he kind of preferred it this way. He already knew a place he could test out spells as he pleased. During his talks with Rita a few days ago, she had offhandedly mentioned that the platforms with tournament arenas had private training rooms where people could pay money to try out skills they didn’t want anyone to see. So that was his destination. The cover of darkness only helped him even more.