"FASTER YOU FUCKING VAMPIRE!", Dark roared, watching Marcos scurry around below.
Dark, who had currently created a small chair made of wood perched atop a cliffs edge, was in the process of training Dark … thoroughly. In fact, the training Marcos was going through was nothing short of cruel and unbelievably dangerous, even for someone like him.
The small plot of barren land where Marcos currently knelt down, panting in an attempt to catch his breath, had been completed wiped away thanks to his use of the ice burst sword.
The long sword which had grown perfect for Marcos was currently jammed into the ground, the hilt about waist height on an average man. Even now, with it's tip firmly stuck in the ground, the mana vibrations emanating from the sword continued to shake and crack the earth.
'It's been a few months, the power on that sword has increased exponentially!'.
