The training hall was filled with clanging metal as Ashton sparred with Dolos, his summoned swordsman. Their blades clashed and sparks flew, filling the air with a palpable energy. Ashton's movements were swift and precise, his training honing his skills to a razor's edge.
As Dolos lunged forward, Ashton's attention was diverted by the entrance of Vimur and Leon, who were escorting Tarek into the training hall. Tarek's hands were bound by plasma cuffs, emitting a faint blue glow. Ashton's brows furrowed in concern as he halted his training and approached them.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ashton demanded, his voice laced with confusion and disapproval. "What's the meaning of this?"
"Otiga said we should be careful so-" Vimur mumbled, but Ashton immediately cut him off after sending Dolos back to Valhalla.
"Vimur, Leon, remove those cuffs," Ashton commanded, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of reprimand. "Tarek is not a prisoner here."
