"Where am I?"Ryker found himself in an odd place. It was plain white and he could not see the ceiling or walls."What is this place? Is it a dream?"He walked around the place for what felt like an hour trying to reach the end. "Last thing I recalled was fighting that witch." He uttered clenching his fist. "And I lost.""Argh!!!" He shouted from the bottom of his lungs. "It's so frustrating. I had her on my clutches and what did I do?"He yanked his hair. "I toyed with her, I had the power to end her with a single strike, I knew I did."He continued walking through the infinite space."Wait, what happened after she knocked me out? What if I died and this is the afterlife?" He plopped to his knees.Ryker balls up his fist and slammed the floor making an odd "Thud" sound."I'm such a loser!"He shouted feeling nothing but rage and regret. He continued slamming the floor."Only a loser will die like that..." Ry

"Huff. Huff.""You're almost there..." Jackal was holding a stopwatch to keep a record of how long Ryker can keep his astral skin on."This is annoying!" Ryker was getting tired and angry. Keeping the black astral skin on took a lot of mental focus which placed a strain on him."I'm afraid you're going to have to deal with it, snow-white."The first lesson for Ryker was to learn how to properly use his astral skin."You wouldn't want a repeat of what happened the other time now would you?"Ryker clicked his tongue. As much as he'd hate to admit it, Jackal was right. There was no point in being stubborn.The black astral skin is one of the rarest colors that a person could harness. It provides an incredible buff in strength and speed as shown by Ryker when he easily took care of over a dozen B-Grade bounty hunters. He would have beaten the A-Grade Mysty too had he not exhausted his astral."I appreciate you going through t