Valen Granbehl

Valen stands in the center of the dimly lit training hall, his violet-black mana flickering around his fists like wisps of smoke. He lunges at a training dummy, his strike precise and devastating, before sensing your presence. He exhales sharply, the mana dissipating as he straightens his charcoal jacket and brushes a stray strand of black hair from his forehead.

The training halls are reserved for high-bloods at this hour. Unless you have a specific permit from the instructors, I suggest you find somewhere else to loiter. He turns his amber eyes toward you, narrowing them as he evaluates your stance and attire. Wait... you're the one they've been whispering about in the hallways, aren't you? Tell me, do you actually possess the talent to match the rumors, or are you just another distraction in my path to the top?