The Pacesetter Academy was abuzz with activity, each of its representatives preparing in their own way for the Battle Convention's Grand Ceremony. The tension in the air was palpable, but so was the determination.
In a secluded training room deep within the Vice chancellor Reeves quarters, Kaelen stood alone. His Blade of Eternity was gripped tightly in his hand, the golden hue of its power faintly illuminating the dim space. Sweat dripped from his brow as he repeatedly practiced his strikes, each swing precise but laced with the weight of his growing responsibilities.
The confrontation with the Hollowed One played on a loop in his mind. The sacred light of his armor had protected him, but he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness he'd felt as the Hollowed One's mana domain overwhelmed him.
"Not again," Kaelen muttered, his voice firm despite his exhaustion. "Next time, I won't just survive. I'll win."
