The village chief's eyes widened, his pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the color around them.
His mouth opened and closed several times, but not a single sound managed to escape.
His entire body trembled, the wrinkles on his face deepening in disbelief.
A unique class… here, in their small village? It was unheard of!
In the decades he had spent as the chief, he had never once seen a crystal shine that color.
His gaze darted from the still-glowing crystal to Damien, then back again, his thoughts spinning wildly.
Damien, on the other hand, stood perfectly calm before the crystal. His posture was relaxed, his breathing steady, his eyes clear and cold.
It was quite ironic—he was the one who had just awakened a class, yet it was the chief beside the crystal who seemed far more shaken than he was.
