Echoes Within the Soul
When political tensions were rising inside the kingdom, on the other side, deep within the forest north of Fantom City, Victor was training his new subordinates together with Clara and Lane. The morning sun had already risen high above their heads, its golden light piercing through the dense canopy of trees and scattering across the forest floor like countless fragments of molten gold.
The air carried the scent of damp earth, crushed grass, and sweat.
Wooden swords collided repeatedly.
Steel rang sharply.
The sound of heavy breathing mixed with the distant cries of birds hidden deep within the wilderness.
Clara wiped the sweat dripping from her chin as she tightened her grip on her sword again. Her long blonde hair was tied behind her, though several loose strands clung to her flushed cheeks. Her purple eyes burned with stubborn determination while she exchanged blows with Lane.
Clang!
