In the entirety of Lumen Academy, few students ever bothered using the indoor training grounds inside Killian Hall.
Most students preferred the open fields or the modern mana simulation rooms, and even their own private training rooms.
So, the grounds had always been empty.
Until Lucas showed up.
"Haah!"
His voice echoed against the empty walls as his sword cut through the air.
VOOOOSHHHH!!!
A powerful shockwave burst from the blade, slicing a deep arc across the floor. Dust scattered, the air itself rippling as if it feared his frustration.
Lucas lowered his stance, chest heaving, and wiped the sweat dripping down his jaw.
Even here, the silence felt heavy — almost suffocating.
[Master… a little restraint might be needed in your current state.]
The calm, almost gentle voice of his sword rang in his mind — a divine whisper laced with worry.
Lucas exhaled slowly.
"You know I can't do that…"
