Eliron ended up having to tie sandbags to his legs and arms to increase his burden.
Even though he was already considerably strong, he was unsure of how he would measure up against knights far more experienced than him.
Outside this little village, there were martial masters who had honed their blades to perfection, sages who had broken the limits of what mastery was, and high elves who had centuries of concentrated mana within them.
With their excursion out of Artaris fast approaching, he had to prepare for any possible situation.
It was likely that he would clash with one of these masters after leaving the nest, and if it were to happen, Eliron had to win at all costs.
Besides, if he wanted Artaris to one day surpass the greater nations in the realm, then he too must not just endeavour to be strong—
He must aim to be more powerful than every world leader…
And once he had surpassed them, he would look to greater heights.
The twelve Titans…
