Meanwhile, blissfully unaware of the machinations unfolding behind them, Gladius, Arianna, and Lyra had retreated to their private training grounds within the manor.
The tension from their earlier encounter still lingered in the air, almost palpable, a stark reminder of the divide between them and the rest of the Arcanum Family.
The training ground was a marvel of magical engineering, a space where reality itself seemed more malleable. Arcane sigils pulsed with power along the walls, floor, and ceiling, creating an environment where the laws of physics could be bent and reshaped at will. Each sigil was a complex work of art, intricate patterns that spoke of the fundamental forces of the world, carefully arranged to create a space where magic could flow freely.
