As the spar began, Alex tossed his [Demonized Staff of the Silver Mage] to the side.
He didn't need it for this.
He wasn't relying on spells or brute force today—this was about mastering the [Blood Arts].
With deliberate precision, he drew his [Demonized Whispers of Shadows], the dark blade glinting ominously.
Without hesitation, Alex pressed the edge against his palm and dragged it across, crimson blood welling up instantly.
The warm sensation of blood trickling from his hand sent a shiver through him.
It wasn't the pain that got to him—it was the potential.
He clenched his bleeding fist, glaring at Alera, who stood a few feet away, her signature icy smirk plastered on her face.
"Whenever you're ready, dear," she teased, spinning her [Frostborne Spear] effortlessly in her hand.
The weapon shimmered, frost forming on the ground beneath her feet.
Alex ignored her words, focusing inward instead.