After training, the sun had already slipped low enough to stain the windows amber.
Luke and Min Tu had found themselves fortunate to end up under the tutelage of the Ironwill Knight. Astensia had pushed them through correction after correction, showing Luke how to stop forcing his transitions, teaching Min Tu to tighten her timing, and making Lancet fix every bad habit he kept hiding behind speed and borrowed strength.
Even now, the ghost of her voice still seemed to hang in the room, reminding him where his feet should have been, where his shoulders should have turned, and how badly he still needed to improve if he wanted to stand in front of Renan Falconhart and survive long enough to matter.
That was how training was like with Astensia. She was incredibly stern when it came to teaching combat, but she wasn't stern without compassion.
Luke was the only one who wanted to keep learning even though he was sulking in frustration. But Lancet needed to save his Grace.
