Early in the morning, Lucas stood with his sword, eyes wide open and intent, preparing himself in the pre-dawn silence.
For many young men aspiring to be knights, early training was a matter of routine.
But for Lucas, this training was different.
Even before the sun had crested the horizon, before its light washed over the world, he was already immersed in relentless practice, driven by a fierce dedication that set him apart.
Each swing of his blade was both precise and calculated, powered by an inner strength that spoke of hard work and ambition.
His movements flowed like a well-oiled machine, each one blending seamlessly into the next, yet radiating raw determination.
Every strike seemed to part the air itself, small gusts of wind blooming with each powerful swing.
