Notebook

"Order Physical Arts have two pathways," lectured Keeper as Aziz lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Her voice echoed softly in the dim room. "One follows weapon arts. The other... well, it is far more difficult—fist arts. The Order is one of the few sects to have developed a comprehensive fist-based martial art, though few ever master it."

Aziz absentmindedly tried to summon the shadows, only to be met with the same resistance as always. 

The Curse Mark still bound his internal energy. Damn it. The habit was hard to shake. 

Most nights, he kept his curtains drawn and the lights off, trying to recreate the endless darkness of the pits. The only place he ever truly felt at home.

"So, Grandmaster Nox is a fist user?" he asked.

"Yes. He is the only Grandmaster to have achieved mastery in it."

"What about his Mystical Arts? What is the Order's core Mystical Art?"