Kalivas returned to his personal residence outside the capital city of Eroa. The area around the capital was flush with jungle trees and wildlife. Many trees were hundreds of feet in circumference, which led to many buildings being built off the ground.
His personal home was a massive complex with around ten buildings spanning several trees, with both covered and uncovered walkways between them. His training area was an open clearing he had made by cutting down a section of the forest so he could practice unimpeded.
Though his power was not likely to decrease by simply enjoying life, the way his cohort, the Empyrean Ranker that lived in the middle of nowhere, did… Kalivas did not feel right when he did not move his body.
By letting not training and practicing every day, his sword, or rather his axe, would rust away. Power was well and good, but expertise could overcome it.
