A Berserk Master
Thanks to the notification before his eyes, Kieran stared off into space, dazed by the implications of this given advantage.
A feeble exhale sounded not too far away from him as the Arcane One coughed violently, attempting to endure the pain that radiated throughout his body. Consuming this much of his remaining energy made tending to the wound on his chest challenging.
Nevertheless, despite this circumstance, the Arcane One remained steadfast in his decision. If such a young boy like Kieran could awaken a Flawed Soul, employing the Akashic Seal—and the consequences that came with it—was more than worth it.
Finally bringing his violent coughing spasm under control, the Arcane One wiped the prismatic blood from his lips and spoke. "I did what I could. The rest… will fall upon your shoulders. I've grown weary with age."
On the other hand, Kieran remained in utter shock.
'A Strengthened Soul Trait?!'