The air grew heavy with anticipation as Omodaru led Chronos closer to the dingey little dojo.
The dojo that stood before them was far from ordinary.
Its roof drooped like an old sage's shoulders, weighed down by untold secrets.
A parchment scroll on the front wall glowed mysteriously, inscribed with an emblem that radiated ancient power.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The hinges creaked, revealing an interior that looked like a standard training dojo—wooden floors, tatami mats, and ancient weapons hanging on the wall.
But the air felt... different, thick with untapped energy.
"What's so special about it?"
Chronos couldn't help but ask, though he sensed there was more than met the eye.
Omodaru smirked.
"Time in this dojo flows a hundred times faster than in the Realm of Destiny. Train for a hundred days in here, and only a single day would have passed outside."
