Selene and Kai's rigorous training regimen continued unabated, a ceaseless cycle of exertion, nourishment, and rest. Each day tested their limits, pushing them to grow stronger. Their clothes bore the scars of their relentless dedication, tattered and torn. Kai's top had succumbed entirely, while Selene's lower attire was now only half intact. The dirt and sweat that covered them were badges of their unyielding commitment.
Selene, ever the observant master, couldn't help but remark on Kai's progress. His resolute response revealed the fire that burned within him, a fire forged by their near-fatal encounter with Malgarius.
As they sparred and honed their skills, their master-disciple bond only grew stronger. The sight of their unwavering determination was a testament to their shared goal: to stand tall in the face of any adversary.
Amidst their relentless training, the Galactic Patrol headquarters buzzed with a palpable sense of urgency. The Galactic King had issued the highest alert code, signaling an imminent threat of catastrophic proportions. Officers from all corners of the universe received the ominous message, leaving them with limited time to prepare and, for many, heart-wrenching farewells to their families.
Meanwhile, Seraphine continued her solitary journey through the cosmos. As she slept, a voice echoed in her dreams, foretelling dire events of death, darkness, and a golden beacon. It left her disoriented and uneasy, but she dismissed it as mere subconscious murmurings, choosing to focus on her mission and the enigmatic sword "Taichi" that now accompanied her.
With uncertainty lurking on the horizon, Seraphine settled back into her slumber, unaware of the perils that awaited her and the cosmos itself.
Chapter ends...