Memories from the Knight surged through Lumberling's mind, rigid drills under the burning sun, endless hours of holding the shield until his arms trembled, the relentless drive to stand unyielding against any foe. It wasn't just training, it was a lifetime of obsession.
Stonewall Guard.
The insight settled in his core. It wasn't simply an active defense skill, at higher stages, it reinforced the body itself, hardening muscle and bone, granting endurance that lingered even without mana. A true Knight's path.
Lumberling's lips curved slightly. A shield that grows with its bearer… useful. Very useful. He would need time, a shield, and practice, but one day, he would push this skill beyond its beginnings, all the way to the True Knight's level.
"Lumberling."
A soft, trembling voice broke his focus.
He turned and found Liraeth, her eyes filled with worry. Sweat clung to her, yet her concern wasn't for herself.
