The sky was clear as a sheet of blue paper. A few wisps of white cloud drifted slowly on the breeze, as though the sunlight had melted them. Bright Sun added a splash of color to the clear sky, while a gentle breeze blew and warm sunlight blanketed the earth.
Rex woke feeling thoroughly refreshed. He slowly rose from his soft bed, washed up, and dressed before leaving his residence and heading toward the Royal Palace.
The morning air was especially fresh. Rex had slept soundly for an entire day and night.
The Royal Palace was unchanged. Rows of fully armed guards stood with weapons in hand, motionless as statues. The Royal Guard-these were the true elite of Gilneas. Compared with them, the Knights of the Round Table still fell a little short. Built with the resources of the entire kingdom, the Royal Guard represented the Greymane royal family's accumulated strength. How could they be anything but formidable?
Rachel had only three years left to live, and naturally, Rex had to treasure those three years. No, it should have been two. Rachel had already made it clear that the final year would be spent attempting to break through the demigod bottleneck, leaving only these last two years to act freely.
Rex had already given up hope of reaching Hero Rank before the undead Scourge broke out. With only three years to advance from the middle of the ninth rank to its late stage, reach its peak, and then successfully break through to Hero Rank, the task was simply too difficult.
Even if he could not reach Hero Rank, the peak of the ninth rank was still well within reach. With an accomplished mentor guiding him, he would be letting himself down if he did not progress a little faster.
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