"And even though it's not the course of action I would take, it does seem like the only viable path—one fraught with high risks and devoid of rewards."
"That it is," William acknowledged, and both of them lapsed into silence as they went their separate ways.
[ Three Days Later ]
William and Adam found themselves in their usual training room, engaging in their regular sparring session. William struck with relentless precision, while Adam deftly evaded each blow, retaliating with counterattacks that William narrowly dodged at the last possible moment.
Clawdia observed them from a distance, feeling herself being drawn into the mesmerizing rhythm of their movements. To her, it resembled a dance of blades—a graceful yet deadly ballet. The swords moved with breathtaking speed as the two men experimented with new techniques, each striving to surpass the other with inventive and fluid motions.
