"Why does this place keep shocking me?" Leonardo muttered under his breath, his wide eyes scanning the lavish surroundings with a mix of awe and trepidation. The air was cleaner here, devoid of the pervasive smell of decay that clung to the streets of Volnia.
Even the rats, common pests back home, seemed to avoid this place, leaving only the occasional bird flitting among the perfectly manicured trees below.
Elara's voice broke his reverie. "Again, Go to Marquis's house—that will blow your mind," she said, a subtle note of pride coloring her words. She gestured towards the edge of the balcony where they now stood.
Below them lay the training grounds—a vast, meticulously maintained expanse designed to challenge even the most skilled user of Rasvian energy.
The terrain varied, from smooth stretches perfect for sparring to rugged areas meant for more grueling exercises, with intricate pathways weaving between them.
