A Spar With A Corpsemancer

As dawn broke, August woke up after six hours of sleep, a routine he had adhered to diligently. While he often felt the temptation to linger in the comfort of his dreams, he had trained himself to rise, knowing that the day was filled with tasks and responsibilities that demanded his attention. For sorcerers other than him with stronger physiques, the need for sleep was less than that of ordinary individuals. Some sorcerers could function on just four hours, while higher-ranked sorcerers could go for days without rest. Those who had transcended mortal limits needed no sleep at all.

Rising from his bed, August undressed until he stood naked, feeling the cool air brush against his skin. With a simple hand sign, he summoned several water elemental particles that danced around him, swirling in a soft blue hue.

"AQUIA CLIER!" he commanded, invoking the basic rank-0 beginner water class spell.