Bab 86: Shadow Strike

As I entered the training facility, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my nostrils. The sound of clashing weapons and the occasional burst of magic reverberated through the air. It was a cacophony that I had grown accustomed to—a symphony of power and determination.

I scanned the area, my eyes darting from one sparring pair to another. I was in search of a worthy opponent, someone who could help me test my limits and distract me from the complexities of my impending picnic with Rose.

My gaze settled on a corner of the facility where a small crowd had gathered. Intrigued, I made my way toward the commotion, the anticipation fueling my steps.

As I got closer, I saw two figures engaged in a heated battle. Their swords clashed with lightning speed, their movements fluid and precise. It was a mesmerizing display of skill and technique.