Inside the cave, the sound of clashing steel echoed. The smell of blood was all over the place. Right now Edge has just finished another battle against a past incarnation and was trying to recover his mana.
Edge had been training inside the cave for an unknown number of days now. He had fought with many of his past incarnations. Each of which was stronger than the last.
As of now, he was waiting, since the only time the incarnation would change is if Edge was able to beat them. Each incarnation had a different style of fighting and their powers were beyond anything Edge has seen. It was a good thing that there is no concept of death in this cave. After getting mortally wounded your wounds would quickly heal, but the pain and the blood loss were real enough. Edge wasn't able to understand why this was so, but he was grateful for the effect.
