The morning sun had risen completely above the horizon, bathing the vast training grounds of the Drayden estate in warm golden light. The lingering mist had disappeared beneath the growing warmth of the day, leaving behind only the crisp morning air that carried the scent of fresh grass and damp earth. Around the expansive arena, rows of weapon racks stood neatly arranged while several knights who had been training earlier gradually stopped what they were doing, their attention instinctively drawn toward the two young men facing one another at the center of the grounds.
Neither of them spoke.
The gentle breeze swept between them, causing Luca's dark violet hair and Kyle's crimson hair to sway softly as both silently observed the other's stance.
Kyle held his crimson spear diagonally before him, his breathing steady despite the hours of training he had already completed. His muscles remained tense, every instinct sharpened, while mana quietly circulated throughout his body.
