Damien stayed where he was, eyes still on the ground where his blood mist had dispersed moments ago. He was frustrated. The instructor's words, though harsh, were true. His blood energy was wild, chaotic. He felt it might be because he hadn't truly accepted the Sanguine Eros Devouring Art, they were not in sync.
His blood energy lacked the precision he had seen in the other disciples, and in a real fight, that lack of control could cost him everything.
"Hey," a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
He looked up to find Selene standing a few feet away, arms crossed as she studied him.
"Want some help with that?" she asked, nodding toward where his blood mist had vanished.
Damien hesitated, glancing around at the other disciples who were still busy with their training. His pride told him to refuse, but the truth was he needed the help. More than that, Selene was the only person here he trusted.
