Chapter 332: Steel, Breath, and Blood-Knowledge
The clang of steel rang through the training grounds, sharp and clean.
Trainees trained against each other, focused on their training in particular. Nia sparred against Micah, and she fought hard to hold her own against him.
Cat trained with Joren, while Dren trained with Laia. Everyone was focused on improving themselves. On being better.
Sophia too wasn't left behind. She was better now, and her limbs didn't hurt as she moved. And Orion didn't take pity on her, training her like he had promised he would… brutally.
Sophia barely had time to inhale before Orion's blade came down at an angle meant to test her reflexes, not her strength. She pivoted on the ball of her foot, the shortsword in her right hand rising just in time to meet his.
Steel kissed well—Skylur fangs—since her weapon wasn't necessarily made of steel.
