As Fein sat on the ground, his body still tingling with the remnants of the intense sparring session, he took a moment to reflect on his performance. The moon cast a soft glow on the snowy landscape, creating an ethereal ambiance around him.
His gaze shifted to Imeng, whom he affectionately referred to as the "old man." Despite his playful nickname, Fein held immense respect for his master's skills and wisdom. He couldn't deny the fact that Imeng's time and space manipulation had posed a significant challenge during their bout.
Fein ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, a mix of frustration and determination etched across his face. "Hey, old man," he called out, his voice tinged with a hint of complaint. "You can't deny that those time and space spells of yours are a bit...cheaty, don't you think?"
