The Ember Fellowship had grown beyond its humble origins, and now—at Lyrus' quiet urging—it evolved further. On a flat stretch of earth near a winding river, Lyrus selected a spot to raise a simple wooden structure. Disciples worked tirelessly, cutting logs and hauling stones. Before nightfall, a modest dojo stood beneath starlight, its walls plain but sturdy, its floor swept clean.
Lyrus stood at the dojo's entrance, arms folded, calm as ever. Curious followers gathered, unsure what this meant. They had seen his combat prowess, witnessed his righteous deeds, but now something felt different. In the flickering torchlight, he announced, "We must strengthen not only our wills but our bodies and techniques. This place will house our new martial art—born of HellSin tradition, refined for a new age."
A hush fell. Kael and Alyra watched, pride shining in their eyes. Others stepped closer, curious and eager. Lyrus moved inside, demonstrating a graceful stance. Flames shimmered at his fingertips, yet he maintained a serene smile. "We shall call it the Ember Blade Technique," he said. "It will combine the spirit of Hellfire with disciplined footwork and precise strikes, forging us into defenders of truth."
The crowd murmured approval. Within these unadorned walls, Lyrus would shape a new generation of warriors—cool-headed, honorable, and strong.