Acquiring A Class (final)

Rowan stood straight, solar winds blowing his long black hair and striking sparks through the armor he wore. He appeared like an unreal apparition floating through the void of space, and he sighed internally, all of the dangers he was facing were because he always craved to be the best that he could achieve, and after building every foundation he had with excellence, the grounds that he was striking upon was meant for the rulers of existence, but he was not begging for their powers, he was seizing it.

The path that was laid before him was clear…

Class Formation:99%

He was a single step away from achieving his Class, but that step was an endless ravine that he would need to cross.

"𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍."

Every time that he had shattered a Supreme Circle and the heavy flashes of pain wrecked his consciousness, it had been death clawing at his door.