Arkanos met her gaze, his expression calm. "Well, let's call it hell week," he said.
Seraphine blinked, processing the words. "Hell week?" she repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What does that mean?"
Arkanos's lips curled into a faint, dark smile. "Exactly what it sounds like. One week of nonstop hellish training."
Seraphine's eyes widened for a moment before she quickly hid her surprise with a composed look.
Arkanos turned his attention to the forest again, taking a few steps forward. The knights behind him exchanged confused glances, whispers filling the air as they wondered what exactly their Emperor was planning.
Arkanos reached out his hand, his fingers flexing as a small surge of holy power emanated from his grasp.
His hand began to glow with a brilliant, almost blinding light. Slowly, the holy sword, Radiance of the Sacred Dawn, materialized, sheathed in his palm, its holy power swirling.
