Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3; Book 2: Ch. 9; Book 6: Ch. 12, Ch. 13]

If so, then the shimmering form of Crocea Mors, which lay against the mattress, should have been enough. The straight-edged blade gleamed, fresh from the forge with not a kill to its name. I'd forged it myself.

[...]

In the distance, towering above them all, the conical spires and towers of the Beacon Academy for Heroes. My destination.

Those who graduated had the right to truly call themselves Heroes, protectors of the people, the land and the Kingdom of Vale. All tales began somewhere… and for many, Beacon was that location.

—Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]



I was a part of the labour caste too. Now, however, thanks to my time masquerading as a Hero, I was far above the curve of what was expected for my age. Level twelve… that's what I'd been when Beacon began, and now I was level twenty. That was a growth of eight levels in only a few months.

"I spent seventeen years working my way to level twelve," I groaned, "and then gained eight more in less than three months. What was I doing with my life?"

—Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 9]




I refrained from pointing out I was Level thirty-seven now, at nineteen years old.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 12]



I nodded. "I'm used to it, Dad. I've been fighting for the last two years."

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]