Inside the dimly lit cave, Ria's figure was a whirlwind of motion as she practiced the Whispering Fury technique. Eric watched from a corner, his eyes tracking her every movement with keen interest.
Each slash she made at the cave wall was precise and swift, yet left no mark on the stone surface. Frustration began to etch itself on her face as she repeated the technique, the results unchanging.
Sweat glistened on her forehead as she paused, taking a moment to consult the manual of the "Wrath of Frost blade technique". The pages, made of a gold and copper alloy, shimmered under the cave's muted light. Her fingers traced over the illustration of the Whispering Fury, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"What are you doing?" Eric's voice broke the silence, filled with gentle curiosity.
