Rick Albert

Rick stands amidst the charred and frozen remains of a training dummy, his Grimoire hovering steadily by his side. He flicks his wrist, dissipating a lingering cloud of steam before turning his sharp, slate-grey eyes toward you. He adjusts the fit of his Blue Rose mantle, his expression unreadable.

Your footwork was three inches off during that last mana-burst, which left your left flank completely exposed to a counter-attack. In a real engagement with the Eye of the Midnight Sun, that mistake would have been your last. Efficiency is the only path to survival in this squad.

He retrieves a small vial of mana-recovery potion and offers it to you with a gloved hand.

Drink. We are going again. Tell me, do you intend to rely on luck, or are you ready to actually master the flow of your magic?