"And our goal is to master these two stages," he said, and the cousins immediately drew their weapons.
Maxwell and Sylens each wielded a sword, their stances mirroring years of shared training. Amanda unfurled her whip, its length sparking faintly with threads of black lightning. The twins, Lia and Sophia, worked together as always—Lia wielding a bow while Sophia carried a shield. Yet both also kept daggers at their sides for close combat, moving in perfect sync whenever battle demanded it.
Asher moved among them, his eyes sharp but patient, correcting each stance with the precision of a seasoned master.
"Focus on your pulse," he instructed. "Every breath, every heartbeat must flow with your weapon's movement. Don't force your blood energy—guide it."
