(previously.....)
Moonlight speared through the twisting branches, dappling David's path in an erratic dance of light and shadow. Inside his head, the familiar blue holographic window pulsed with notifications as he dispatched the first guard.
Each one a fleeting message: "[Awakened Defeated]," "[Second Rank Swordsman Defeated]," "[Awakened Defeated]." These were mosquito bites, barely registering on his ever-growing experience bar. These guards, these thugs, were mere bugs he squashed with barely a thought.
As Blackwood Manor loomed closer, David found himself captivated by Luna's use of Wolf's Grace. Despite her higher class and superior skills, theirs were fundamentally the same. But the execution – that was a different story. It was like watching a child wield a sword compared to a seasoned warrior.
