Damien made his way to the inner area alongside Selene, a place he hadn't been since he had arrived at Bloodkeep. The path there was quiet, but as he neared the training grounds, the faint sounds of sparring and the low hum of voices began to reach his ears. It wasn't long before he found himself standing at the entrance.
The training grounds was vast, with tall stone walls encircling the area. The disciples, some of them older than Damien, others around his age, were gathered in clusters, practicing their blood arts or sharpening their combat skills. Many wielded weapons that pulsed with primal energy, and their movements were precise, deadly.
In the center stood the instructor, a tall, imposing woman with striking red hair that flowed down her back like flames.
