Auryn stood in the training grounds with a consecrated sword coated with pure darkness as if it were burning on the blade's edge.
He'd woken up earlier than anyone and decided to engross himself in his training to better use the affinities of dragon fire and darkness he had under his control or maybe even blend them.
He swung from left to right targeting strike dummies that were dissected with precise, fast slashes
Merely a few minutes into training, he sensed someone approaching from the east wing of the castle.
Without bothering to face who approached, Auryn spoke.
"You are leaving now?"
"Yes," the calm and authoritative voice of the empire's second sword answered.
Castor didn't bother to mention anything with regards to Auryn's training at this hour.
His short spar with the prince yesterday was evidence enough that he was taking his training seriously, even more than he'd expected.
