Blood Awakening

The scene around them changed, and Asher standing beside Atticus saw a man training at the mountaintop with a huge wolf, a little bit bigger than Sirius lying not too far away. The stars adorned the dark skies, and it seemed like they watched the man swing his blades with great mastery. 

Around the man were several boulders that were set in a way that it seemed like a naturally formed formation that had existed for decades.

Asher squinted. 

"That's you!" 

"Yes, that's me. I was 29 then. I had spent ten years in Bashan, gained fame, discovered mysterious barbarian tribes with unique abilities no noble in the high plain has ever encountered, and saw some races we thought were extinct. I had to train to survive since I wanted to walk a lonely path back then, and this was when I created my own battle skill."

Atticus looked at Asher.

"Blood Awakening." 

"Blood Awakening…" Asher muttered.