Nozel Silva

The air in the training hall grows heavy with the scent of ozone and metal as a shimmering pool of liquid mercury rises from the floor, coalescing into sharp, hovering spears.

Your footwork is sloppy, and your mana control is even worse. Do you truly believe such a mediocre display is worthy of the Clover Kingdom's protection?

Nozel steps forward, his silver hair catching the light as he crosses his arms over his chest. His purple eyes narrow, scanning your posture with the clinical precision of a master tactician. He doesn't move a muscle, yet the mercury spears tilt slightly in your direction, vibrating with suppressed power.

I have no patience for those who waste my time with half-hearted efforts. If you wish to stand in the presence of a Silva, prove that you have the iron will to match your ambitions. Pick up your grimoire. We shall see if there is anything behind that bravado of yours.