"Aren't they tired of training already?" A small, beautiful creature with vibrant green hair muttered under her breath, her delicate arms crossed in frustration. Her translucent wings flapped idly behind her as she hovered in the air, gazing down at the intense scene unfolding below. Heroes, sweating and straining under the weight of their weapons, were rigorously preparing for the journey ahead—to the land of the Trojans.
The creature was Iphlea, a sprite, and the ever-faithful companion of Gwen since the awakening of her skill. Iphlea's luminous eyes flickered with mild annoyance, contrasting sharply with the serene demeanor of her charge. Gwen sat perched on the balcony's railing, her posture relaxed, her expression distant. She wasn't among those training with tireless energy. No, Gwen was simply enjoying the warm embrace of the sun and the soft caress of the breeze that tugged gently at her hair.
