The atmosphere within the mansion was thick with tension as Alaric made his way down to the training grounds hidden beneath the mansion. This underground area was vast, built centuries ago to handle the raw power of those who trained here. The stone walls were reinforced with ancient wards, meant to contain any potential destruction from the immense abilities of those who entered. It was a fitting place for Alaric to test his newly awakened bloodline.
He moved with purpose, his aura completely suppressed, as he didn't want to reveal the full extent of his newfound power just yet. His footsteps echoed in the silence of the dimly lit corridor, and as he entered the training grounds, the space seemed to hum in anticipation. Alaric stood in the center of the arena, his posture calm and composed.
"Gilbert," Alaric called without turning his head, "bring the prisoners to the training grounds. I want to test the power I've gained."
