The Grind

Luck had been so caught up in the various things happening around him from the new school schedule to trying to figure out who the masked girl was to Layla's well being and other minor things that he had been neglecting his training.

He still had not learned staggered dance, he still had no way to break the seal and he hadn't even visited the dungeon in a while.

He was being stagnant.

But what he needed to be was staggere— let's just forget about that one…

Seeing Layla in that state had only served as a bitter reminder of why strength was a non-negotiable ally if he ever wanted to simply live.

Layla had been drained of psyia and was in a deplorable state both mentally and physically, yes, she was able to not only survive in the fight against that man but also come so close to winning.