The air between Eldric and Rodrick crackled with an unspoken tension as they faced each other in the sparring grounds. Knights gathered at the edges, whispering amongst themselves. The match between Helena and Eldric had been a spectacle, but this—this was something different. Rodrick wasn't just another knight. He was the greatest warrior Eldoria had ever seen, a man who had survived countless battles, who had shaped the battlefield with his raw skill and experience. And now, he stood before his king, asking for a taste of the ancient techniques Eldric had mastered.
Eldric knew this wasn't just a simple spar. Rodrick wanted to push himself, to see if the battle could trigger something within him—an enlightenment that would help him break through to the next level. A chance to become a five-star warrior. Eldric's mouth twitched in a subtle smile as he drew his sword, the light glinting off the blade in the morning sun. He knew Rodrick's goal, but he wasn't about to make it easy.
