Chapitre 352: Second Floor

Yvaine looked at Vale curiously. It has been a while since he started practicing the sword technique he had just learned.

She had come out of the shadow to ensure that Vale could practice without any worries, and she couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his movements.

Vale's feet glided across the ground, his steps light and graceful.

He weaved in and out of imaginary opponents, his sword slicing through the air with swift and precise strikes. Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next, creating a mesmerizing display of deadly elegance.

'Shadowblade Dance… This is awesome…' Vale silently thought.

As he continued to practice, he could feel the essence of the Death Knight, or the middle-aged man, guiding his every motion. It was as if the fallen swordsman's spirit was lending him its expertise, honing his skills with each passing moment.