The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the forest as Amon finished his final training session with Malachi.
His body was sore, his muscles aching from the relentless exercises, but the difference was undeniable. He could feel it—a growing control over the darkness that once threatened to consume him.
His power still pulsed beneath the surface, but now, it was no longer a chaotic force; it was something he could harness.
Malachi watched silently from the edge of the stone circle, his arms folded across his chest.
"You've done well," he said, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "But remember, the real test will come when your emotions are high. That's when the darkness will try to take over. You need to be prepared."
