A Path Divided Beneath the Same Sky
When Victor trained his new subordinates in Fantom City, within the Knight Academy's shadow, a class was in session—one that spoke of past battles, of glory etched into history.
The professor's voice echoed across the hall, recounting how once legendry hero had once stood alone and faced a three-headed bearowl, tearing through it with a calm brutality that defied reason.
The students listened with varying expressions—admiration, disbelief, envy. Some leaned forward, eyes shining at the thought of such overwhelming strength. Others folded their arms, skeptical, unwilling to accept that a single man could command such dominance.
Among them sat Videl.
She leaned back slightly in her seat, one leg crossed over the other, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a stream of gold catching the afternoon light. Her sapphire-blue eyes were not on the professor.
They were distant.
Unfocused.
Lost.
