Astron stood in the training hall, his breathing steady as he completed the final strike of the [Gale Stance].
His body moved with a precision and grace that was supposed to take countless hours to achieve.
Each strike, each movement, flowed seamlessly from his core, enhanced by the controlled flow of mana.
Dakota observed from the sidelines, her keen eyes noting the perfection in each individual movement. She nodded approvingly, recognizing that Astron had mastered the basics. Now, it was time to push him further.
"Astron," Dakota called, stepping forward. "You've mastered each strike of the [Gale Stance] individually. Now, we will focus on transitioning between them flawlessly."
Astron nodded, his expression serious and focused. "I'm ready, Master."
