C188 Counting the Points

Nestled in the tranquil mountains of Martial Cry City, a figure sat cross-legged on a stone bed within a secluded cave dwelling. The man's frame was thin, his cheekbones prominent, and his eyes deeply recessed, giving off an air so motionless he could easily be mistaken for a corpse. Abruptly, his eyes, shadowy and deep, snapped open, flashing with a formidable energy