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Chapter 12 - Chapter 12 - Warrior Hall

The moment Morena stepped away from the training grounds, the AI delivered the results of Alina's scan.

[Scan Results Compiled – Subject: Alina Ravenscroft]

[Race: Human]

[Bloodline Composition: 100% Human]

[Age: 16]

[Rank: First Stage Trainee]

[Physical Attributes]

Strength: 11.3 / ??

Endurance: 12 / ??

Agility: 10 / ??

Vitality: 9.8 / 10

Mental: 8.2 / 10

Elemental Sensitivity: 6.5 / 10

[Mastery]

Swordsmanship: Level 1 (4% Mastery)

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Level 0 (82% Mastery)

[Warrior Progression]

Core Status: Stable

Energy Level: 8/25 (First Stage Trainee)

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Morena's eyes skimmed through the results, quickly processing the information that was provided to her; it was actually quite surprising how much the AI could pull from such a short interaction.

But it was pleasing to know it had such a use.

Her sister was already at the first stage of warrior training, a step ahead of most, and her stats reflected why—she was strong, fast, and had endurance far exceeding the average adult male.

In fact, she was already nearing the peak of a normal human. Once she had reached that, she would officially step into the levels of a warrior—the level of a superhuman.

Even a trainee was considered above a normal human; if she didn't catch up quickly, she would be left behind in the dust.

But what stood out the most was her elemental sensitivity, marked at 6.5—a clear sign that her core was functioning properly and actively refining energy.

She compared it to her own status screen, a frown decorating her face as she did.

Her own physical stats were slightly below average, but they weren't terrible. However, the glaring difference in elemental sensitivity could not be ignored.

Morena's was a pitiful 0.8, a sign that her core could barely function at all, and the biggest handicap she had in growing as a warrior.

She inhaled slowly, suppressing any emotions before they surfaced. Her sister had a stable path to growth, while hers was uncertain at best.

Still, the information was valuable. It gave her a proper understanding of how warriors progressed, what was considered 'good,' and what separated a promising trainee from a weaker one.

The only issue she noticed was the AI's lack of a max stat; it seemed that without more data, it couldn't average what the max stat for a stage one trainee was.

With that information settled, Morena turned her focus forward.

The large wooden doors of the hall loomed before her, their intricate carvings depicting scenes of old warriors in battle. It was an old building, meant for practical activity and even as a dorm for the commoners, but it also housed records—documents of past warriors, battle records, and training guides.

She slipped inside, navigating through the rows of shelves filled with tomes and parchment. The air was thick with dust, and only a few candles flickered in the dimly lit corners, illuminating the texts.

She wasn't expecting to find any proper techniques—warrior training methods were tightly guarded secrets. However, even historical notes or theoretical concepts could be valuable data for the AI to expand itself.

She combed through old documents, letting the AI scan anything that could be useful. As she did, she made sure to keep an overview of all it had scanned.

[Information Logged: Historical Records on Warriors]

As she finished scanning a few books and scrolls of history, the AI compiled it into one dataset—an expanded Historical Record that would be amended as it learned more. From the information currently available, she learned of the connection between the church and warriors.

To be more specific—the Church's connection to warriors, particularly light and fire elemental warriors.

It was recorded that fire warriors held a privileged position within the church, often considered to be more important than other elements and even having an order for themselves.

Light warriors were the highest-ranked among them, often inducted into high-ranking church roles, given resources, and protected fiercely. This was likely because of the church's namesake and doctrine.

Beyond just historical records, she learned some useful information as well.

Speculations on warrior training theories, including unverified methods to refine cores without traditional absorption techniques.

Most of it wasn't groundbreaking, but it added pieces to a much larger picture.

She already knew the church had strong ties to warriors, but she hadn't realized how deeply embedded they were. If someone was born with light affinity, their fate was practically sealed—they would belong to the church whether they liked it or not.

The bits about alternative training theories intrigued her the most. It wasn't concrete, but it hinted that warriors had once experimented with different ways of refining energy—not just through direct absorption.

She tucked that thought away for later.

Just as she was flipping through another parchment, footsteps echoed behind her.

"Lady Morena?"

She tensed slightly before turning around.

A tall man stood a short distance away, wiping sweat from his brow. A warrior, one of the men responsible for training the young commoners and defending the city. His physique was built for battle, scars lined his arms, and his eyes held the sharpness of someone who had spent a lifetime on the battlefield.

He recognized her—something she wasn't expecting.

"What brings you here?"

His tone wasn't accusatory, but it carried a natural curiosity. Morena hadn't set foot in the training hall in months—not since her failures in warrior training had become apparent.

She maintained a neutral expression, her posture relaxed.

"I was just passing by and decided to take a look around."

A lie, but a harmless one.

The man studied her for a moment before giving a short nod. He paid little mind to her presence here. This was restricted, but given her status, there were very few places she couldn't go in the city.

"Well, if you change your mind about training, the doors are always open."

"I'll keep that in mind."

With that, she gave a polite nod and excused herself, stepping away before he could ask anything further.

Leaving the hall, she moved swiftly through the training grounds, not stopping until she had exited entirely.

She let out a quiet breath—that was enough for today. She had too many unwanted encounters.

As she reached her waiting carriage, she hesitated.

It was still early, and she had no desire to return home just yet. She couldn't train further, and there was little she could do at home.

Her mind was still buzzing with everything she had learned today, but one thing was clear—she needed to expand her experience and learn more; find something to aid her.

"Take me into the city."

She instructed the driver.

The carriage lurched forward, rolling down the cobblestone streets.

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