บท 506: Rafal

In the dead of night, Rafal was alone on the practice ground, fervently honing his sword skills. Despite the cold weather, his bare, robust torso glistened with sweat, a testament to the intensity of his training.

His troubled expression was evident as he slashed and parried, channeling his emotions into each precise movement. The moon cast an eerie glow upon the scene, adding to the atmosphere of introspection.

"Can't sleep?"

A familiar voice interrupted his solitary session, causing Rafal to halt and bow, "Captain."

It was Imbert, the leader he respected above all others. Anyone else would have been met with a dismissive glance in Rafal's current mood, but Arlan and Imbert held a special place in his heart, and he would never disrespect them.