Today, I was unstoppable. I sliced through the air with my sword, parrying and striking with a precision that left the demon soldiers in awe. Each one fell before me, either disarmed or on their knees, yielding to my superior skill.
The clang of steel and the shouts of exertion filled the training grounds, but nothing could pierce the focus that drove me forward.
"Excellent form, Aurelia!" shouted Captain Darius, watching from the sidelines. His praise barely registered as I dodged a swipe from a particularly tenacious opponent.
"She's a demon herself!" another soldier muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow after I effortlessly knocked his weapon from his grasp.
I allowed myself a fleeting smile, savoring their astonishment. It felt good—no, it felt empowering—to have this control, this strength. The frustrations and anger from previous days seemed to fuel my every movement.
