In the dimly lit training grounds, Seph swung his creating ripples tearing through the air.
His muscles tensed up, and his grip on the shaft of the spear tightened as he cut through the air and thrust that left several afterimages.
With a deep breath, he unleashed a torrent of swift, precise strikes, each one cutting through the air with a menacing swish.
His body moved with fluid grace, in a dance of lethal motion. With every swing, the sound of metal slicing through space echoed around him, punctuated by the occasional clash as his blade met its invisible foe. Each strike was executed with precision, leaving no room for hesitation or error.
As Seph's training intensified, the surroundings bore observers to his frightening power. The ground beneath him trembled with each forceful step, cracks forming in the earth as if unable to withstand the sheer force of his movements.
