"This is pretty rare" Mason expressed filled with doubt over the results.

"Humans have always been blessed with at least one attribute, yet a small minority among them have been known to be Attributeless" George stated.

"Does this mean i'm not good enough to walk a path" Edgar uttered in shame.

"You can still walk the Path of a Warrior, it's just that it will be ten times harder without an attribute and even at the same rank as other warriors, you will be weaker" George answered.

"So I will struggle harder on the path, yet still be weaker than others" Edgar complained.

"That's exactly what I am saying" George admitted.

"Is there no other way?" Edgar disclaimed not wanting to believe.

"Sorry, I do not know" Mason replied filled with disappointment over the result.

"There must be another way" Clara interrupted.

"If there were Miss Clara, Master George would've stated it already" Mason assured.

"Is there no one you know that can solve this Sir George" Clara begged as she turned to George, tears began to build up in her eyes as she pleaded with the old man.

Seeing Clara worry over his problem Edgar felt touched, but felt even more stricken with failure as he felt hopeless before this new problem that impeded his path.

"Maybe Mogo will know" Mason suddenly mentioned looking towards George for confirmation.

"That old weasel?" George asked.

"Yes. He's been looking into other alternatives besides walking one of the known paths for ages now" Mason Stated.

"He might be Edgar's only hope then. Do you know where he resides now?" George asked.

"He's owns a small shop in this city, but its in the dark slumbs along with the other miscreants" Mason answered.

"Then we'd better make haste before he leaves this place, Thank you for the information Mason" George thanked mason as he and the two teens made their way out of his office.

"Come by anytime Master and bring Young Edgar and Miss Clara with you" Mason said has he bid them farewell.

Deep in the dark recesses of Murus, where the greatly depraved dwelled in their own filth and depravity, an old dwarf was sneaking around has he inspected the bodies of humans that were recently killed. Touching the wounds on the cold dead bodies the dwarf was able to sense the energies that took the life of the poor soul.

"I'ts water Magic" the Dwarf stated eyeing the residual water mark left on the wound. Inspecting the certain composition of the water spell the dwarf was able to identify the strength of the one who cast it.

"It's definatly the work of 'The Blood Sea' Doran Bulvar" the dwarf whispered to himself. As he was making sure that his conjecture was accurate a voice interruped his work.

"You there, what are you doing?" a guard in white armor asked as he walked towards the old dwarf. Upon getting closer he saw the dead bodies layed strewn before the old dwarf.

"Stay where you are!" the guard quickly ordered as he drew his sword and pointed at the old dwarf.

"I did not kill these men" the dwarf stated with his back facing the guard.

"Tell that to the Corporal" the guard replied gently making his way closer to the dwarf.

"Oh well I guess I got no choice" the dwarf sighed. Silently taking out a round ball made out of an unknown substance, he turned and threw it at the guard. Thinking it was a flying weapon the guard quickly sliced the round object heading his way, causing it to explode at his face.

*BSHHT*

The explosion released a toxic gas that tasted like that of pig excrements, causing the guard to drop to his knees and vomit uncontrollably.

*BARF*

"Later boyo" the dwarf laughed as he flee'd from the scene.

"You fucking dwarf" the guard cursed as he dropped down to the pavement and lost conciousnous with vomit dripping from his mouth.

"So what's this Mogo like, George?" Edgar asked as they walked through the town.

"He's a weasel that always has a trick up his sleeve" George replied with a smile, seeming to reminist about the past.

"I bet he's just as strong as Sir George" Clara stated filled with excitement.

"More like resourceful" George corrected.

"By the way what race is Mason from?" Edgar suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Hes part of a branch of the Demon Race" George answered.

"I thought the Demons of this continent were purged by the Empire of Magnus thousands of years ago" Clara interjected.

"Not all of them were purged, some migrated to the sorrouding continents where they continued to live out their days, while others went back to their homeland, the Continent of Daemon where they are subjected to the tyranny of the Demon Sovereign" George explained.

"Why don't they all go back to their homeland where all their people are at" Edgar asked feeling puzzled.

"Because the Demons of the Daemon Continent are subjected to the traditions of their Ancestors" George replied.

"What do you mean?" the two teen asked in unison.

"Unlike here where the continent is divided into many factions like the Six Kingdom Alliance and The Four Eastern Unions, the Demons of the Daemon Continent are all united under the might of the Demon Sovereign. But to choose this Demon Sovereign, the candidates also known as Demon Kings would take all men regardless of age from every household in their region and wage war against one another. They will then proceed to fight until all opposition which includes rival Demon Kings and all their men are dead thus solidifying their right to rule as the Sovereign of all Demons. Which ends in many broken houses and families, who don't really care for the cause to suffer, leaving the entire continent drenched in the blood of their fellow kin " George explained with a grim look on his face.

"How come no one has tried to stop this tradition?" Edgar asked feeling outraged over the situation.

"Many Demons have tried, including my old friend who was also Mason's father, Jebal Vernan. But they all ended up being accused as traitors by their own kind and killed for going against their ancestors teachings" George sighed with a look of sadness on his face.

"So it's not just Ortus that's messed up" Edgar said as he clutched his fist tightly.

Seeing the anger and frustation that Edgar showed for people he had no connection or relation to, made George smile as they headed to the dark districts of Murus. The trio finally arrived at the dark district as they took in the sight that greeted them. There were people either laying against the walls or passed out on the cold ground, most of them barely wore any clothing as they coughed and sneezed all over the place. Some guards could be seen dragging dead bodies on to a cart that already had a few dozens bodies on it, which were meant to be taken outside of the castle and burned, less they cause an outbreak. The trio came to a stop in front of a small run down weapon store called 'Mogo's Gifts'.

"Is this really the place" Edgar asked feeling bummed down by the appearance of the store compared to Mason's 'Treasure Forge'.

"Yep. With how frugal that dwarf is I wouldn't expect him to invest in a better building or location" Edgar lauged.

Suddenly the doors burst open as a figure covered by a cloak ran outside, passing the trio and hightailing into the distance. Following that figure was a short dark brown dwarf with a white beard, cursing after the figure.

"Come back here you little shit!" the dwarf exclaimed.