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A few days passed. Gone were the fun and smiles of the sentinels as they crowded the training courtyard. What stayed were the warm breeze of the day and the determination in one's eyes as blades clashed and strong mana sprouted in the air. Boots heavily stomped on the stoned earth, bodies vigorously moving. The gentle flutter of falling leaves seemed to the only calmness in the area.
Driven with revenge and mourning of their fallen comrades and those who could not open their slumbering eyes. Friends were forced to await orders as Rowan and Relena disappeared for two days of unknown reason. The sentinels of Leonil and Dragor urged themselves to express their anxiousness and gloom through heavy training. Their forms were fast, full of strength and power. Limbs filled with angry energy. Men and women alike, they appeared terrifying. Servants who come to deliver food would stop and admire but remained a safe distance away from the brute atmosphere of the area.
