The Weight of Tomorrow

Later that afternoon, in the quiet solitude of a study alcove within Astralis Academy, Elian activated his personal interface once more. The familiar translucent display unfurled before him, now updated with a new notification:

[System Notification: Unallocated Rewards]

You have leveled up twice last night. You now possess an additional 10 Attribute Points and 10 Skill Points yet to be claimed.

Elian's crimson eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He'd already allocated some points during the previous evaluation, but these extra rewards shimmered in his system as an untapped reservoir of potential. A small note appeared beneath the rewards:

Note: The more powerful a skill is the more Skill Points are required to unlock them.

He ran his fingers over the interface, mentally cataloging his current stats:

Strength: 10

Agility: 8

Stamina: 8

Mana: 10

Charisma: 6

And on the Skill Tab, aside from the skills he had already unlocked, the locked abilities loomed as distant horizons—untouchable until he amassed enough points.

Eve's gentle voice resonated quietly:

"Elian, these additional points are a reminder of your rapid progression. While the high-tier skills remain beyond reach for now, every battle, every victory, brings you closer to unlocking them."

Elian leaned back, absorbing the gravity of his newfound potential. He carefully allocated the points he could use immediately: bolstering his current attributes, enhancing his agility and mana reserves for faster, more potent spells, and adding to his skill pool in areas he felt would be most useful in the short term. Yet, he deliberately left the extra Skill Points unspent—a silent promise to himself that the future held even greater power.

He thought about the legendary abilities of Time, Space, Void, Creation, and Destruction—skills whispered about in ancient texts and reserved for those who had mastered the art of magic beyond mortal limits. Each demanded 100 Skill Points, a steep price that would take many more battles and much more experience to pay. For now, they remained distant aspirations, their immense potential both a beacon and a burden.

With the interface closed, Elian gathered his belongings and headed out of the study alcove. The corridors of Astralis Academy buzzed with the energy of the day's lessons and rivalries, but inside him, a quiet resolve had been forged. The unallocated points were not merely numbers—they were the seeds of future legends, waiting for the right moment to bloom.

As he walked toward his next class, Elian couldn't help but feel that every step, every fight, and every carefully made decision was gradually shaping the destiny that lay beyond the horizon—a destiny that even the gods might one day tremble before.