Silver Rank

The room was filled with a misty atmosphere; droplets of liquid mana condensed together and fell to the ground like dewdrops, filling the room with an ethereal air.

In the center of the room, a white egg-like object was silently placed.

The mana present in the room stirred as if stimulated by an invisible gust of wind.

A suffocating pressure descended, causing the air present in the room to howl.

Crack!

A thin fracture formed on the surface of the egg-like cocoon, light escaping through its twisted lines.

A second crack followed, then another, until a fine network of glowing fissures spread across the smooth shell.

Then—

BOOM!

The shell collapsed in an explosion of shimmering fragments, dissolving into raw mana before they could hit the ground.

In the center stood Dawn.

His body was curled up, drenched in residual energy, steam rising from his skin like mist over a battlefield.