The blistering heat from the sun above caused the sandy training ground to become like molten lava, the scorching temperature rising by the minute, forcing Asura's shirtless figure to shine brightly as drops of sweat fell towards the ground— the sounds of clashing metal echoed across the arena followed by the gasping voice of a female and grunting groans of a male.
'I can activate it faster! I am sure there is a way.' Asura held Nova tightly, now clashing with his sister in a friendly spar before the saintess arrived.'
"Amalia, come at me with everything. Your brother can take it all!" His voice resounded loudly, provoking Amalia's competitive nature, allowing her attacks to grow fiercer and speed up rapidly.
