The dry sound of clashing wooden swords still echoed through the training room when the door slammed open more forcefully than usual, interrupting the intense rhythm of the fight and creating an abrupt break in that almost hypnotic flow of attack and defense. Damon instinctively took a half-step back, lowering his blade just enough to avoid looking careless, while Ingrivid maintained his firm stance for a second longer before also relaxing slightly, both turning their gazes in the same direction almost simultaneously.
Morgana stood in the doorway, still dressed in more formal attire than the setting demanded, which in itself was an indication that this was no simple casual visit. Her eyes scanned the two with a silent intensity, as if she were assessing more than just what she saw physically, and her breathing, though controlled, carried a slight trace of urgency that didn't match the normally calculated posture she displayed.
