Bam.
Bam.
The resounding clang of metal echoed through the room.
Each strike against the unyielding metal seemed to intensify the frustration and anger coursing through the charming, athletic young man. His well-built muscles rippled with each forceful hit, but the metal remained unyielding. Redness crept over his hands and fingers, a testament to the physical toll the relentless assault was taking.
"No matter how hard you hit it, nothing will change," remarked an elderly voice, belonging to none other than Arthur Wood, draped in a black robe.
Ignoring the advice, the young man continued to assault the unyielding metal, his blows fueled by a mix of anger and frustration. His name was Ryan Wood, the renowned figure in the Imperial Academy
"Lily was in tears because of me," Ryan uttered in anger, his eyes reflecting both tears and an evident desire for self-inflicted pain. However, not a single tear escaped, revealing his inner turmoil.
