In the Primordial Abyss, the dark expanse contrasted with the vibrant beauty of a Nether Phoenix that flew over Lyra's temporary home. Its feathers glowed a dark, incandescent blue, radiating power and majesty. Lyra, standing on the terrace, only glanced briefly at the majestic creature before heading to the nearby lake, where she had arranged to train Kira.
Upon reaching the lake, the surroundings were silent, except for the rhythmic sound of a sword slicing through the air. Kira, a ten-year-old girl with eyes burning with determination, was focused on her movements.
Lyra stood a distance away, watching. Despite Kira's efforts, her movements were stiff and clumsy, something Lyra noticed immediately.
"That's wrong," Lyra commented, her voice firm but gentle. "You're moving too fast. Move smoothly, Kira. The Dao of the Sword demands harmony between intention and action."
