After our satisfying lunch, Zephara and I made our way to the training grounds, where the soldiers awaited us in a display of reverence. As they knelt before Zephara, she acknowledged them with a nod before uttering the command that set them in motion.
"The warm-up is over," she declared, and the soldiers rose to their feet, ready to heed her orders.
Feeling the anticipation coursing through my veins, I strode over to the weapons rack and selected a sword, the weight of it familiar and comforting in my grasp. With a playful glint in my eye, I tossed another blade to Zephara, a silent invitation to spar.
"How would you like a little duel?" I challenged, a smirk playing on my lips as I awaited her response.
Zephara's own smirk mirrored mine as she accepted the challenge, her confidence radiating like a palpable aura. "Okay, but if I win, you'll have to do whatever I ask of you, no matter what it is, Leora" she declared, her voice dripping with assurance.
