Hold Still
Alec breathed lightly.
He was about to break through into the next stage. He was near the threshold, and he was hovering at a paper-thin line before he broke into the advanced stage. Yet, it seemed like no matter how many monsters or creatures he killed, there was no improvement to the amount of magic inside his body.
Alec likened his body to a cup that had already been completely filled up. No matter how much more he poured inside, nothing more could be added without spilling over the sides.
Still, Alec wasn't annoyed by his lack of progress.
To be quite frank, the magic ranks didn't quite have much effect on how Alec fought.
At least, there wasn't one that he saw right now.
Alec was still treading blindly on this path that he was inventing himself – what with the lack of information and his trial and errors.