" I should go and ask Itotia for some information; sitting around all day is getting me nowhere," Eden murmured to himself as he stepped out of his cottage. He walked for about ten minutes before spotting Itotia wielding a spear.
She stood in the middle of a clearing, spear in hand. The faint sunlight reflected off the rudimentary yet razor-sharp blade. She took a deep breath, focusing on her technique. With a smooth motion, she spun the spear around her, creating a whirlwind of shimmering steel.
Suddenly, she lunged forward, the spear slicing through the air with deadly precision. The tip of the blade sank into the trunk of a massive tree, piercing it through. Wood splinters flew in all directions as the tree groaned under the impact. But Itotia wasn't finished. She pivoted, using the momentum from her first strike to deliver a second. Her spear described a perfect arc, cleaving another tree in half as if it were paper.
