Demonic Sword (1)

As soon as Raith stepped into the gym, he was hit by a wall of pressure that sat upon his heart prompting him to withdraw that first step.

But Raith continued forward, however, these were clear proof to him that this room was filled with people that are strong enough to maybe even defeat him, thanks to his perception stat, he was beginning to have a perfect evaluation of himself and other people.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and exertion but still accompanied by the subtle chill that was being emitted through the air conditioners. Raith entered the gym and paused to watch randomly for a minute– he just couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement run down his spine as he took in the sight before them. The gym was massive, with state-of-the-art equipment lining the walls and a full-sized boxing ring in the center of the room.