Ice and Flame
In this month or so of actual combat training, her realm and mentality had already stabilized, and her overall improvement was huge.
The Selena standing before Leon now no longer carried even a trace of the helpless girl who once stood silently inside Emerald Crest Division two months ago. The chill that radiated from her was no longer fragile defensiveness—it was controlled, dignified coldness. The kind that made others instinctively lower their voices.
Even she might not have realized it yet.
She had already grown into someone her peers would one day look up to.
The bamboo leaves swayed softly above them, sunlight slipping through in fractured lines. Leon looked at her for a long moment before finally speaking.
"Your swordsmanship has already stepped into the Profound Realm."
Selena's breath hitched slightly.
"As long as you enter the GrandMaster Realm and master your law domain, you will undergo a true rebirth."
