A few days had passed since the conversation with Luna.
Damian sat cross-legged in the center of the training room, his breathing steady and controlled. The meditation exercises helped keep the whispers at bay, though they still crept in at the edges when his concentration slipped.
Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.
His Will stat was recovering slowly. The hallucinations were less frequent now and the fragmented thoughts were becoming more coherent with each passing day.
The door opened.
Damian's eyes snapped open to see Alaric entering, dressed in simple combat clothes that looked nothing like the elegant clothes he usually wore.
"Feeling better?"
Alaric's silver eyes assessed him with the casual precision like he could see through flesh to the bone.
"Yeah... A lot better."
"Good."
Alaric walked to the center of the room and stopped a few meters away.
"I want to see how you fight while not using any skills or arts. Just your physical capabilities against mine."
