The days that followed passed with a surprising sense of normalcy, as though the storm that had shaken Luca's world had quietly receded, leaving behind a calm that felt almost unfamiliar. Nothing outwardly dramatic occurred, no sudden crises or unexpected disruptions, and yet beneath that surface, subtle changes continued to unfold.
Each morning, Luca could be found on the training grounds, his presence steady and focused as he pushed himself through increasingly refined routines. The difference in his movements was unmistakable now; where once there had been effort, there was now fluidity, where there had been resistance, there was now control. His twin sabers cut through the air with sharper precision, each motion more grounded, more deliberate, as though his body and mana had finally aligned into a single, seamless rhythm.
