It was night time at Valoria kingdom and the cool night breeze brushed against Kaelen's face as he sat cross-legged on the balcony of his room, his sword resting on his knees. His breathing was steady, his mind focused on the intricate flow of mana coursing through his body. The moon cast its soft, silver glow over the gardens below, creating an atmosphere of serene beauty.
Kaelen's meditation was centered on refining the essence of his sword arts. He imagined his blade cutting through not just physical obstacles but intangible barriers—his fears, doubts, and limits. Each movement he visualized was sharp, precise, and purposeful.
"Hmm?"
