For the next several days, Nyxander continued to spar with Seraphina as Lumina had demanded, their clashes becoming a daily ritual beneath the rising sun. Though Nyxander consistently held the upper hand, his calculated strikes and flawless counters forced Seraphina to dig deeper into her potential.
Each blow she received and every dodge she executed sharpened her strength and battle acumen, molding her raw talent into something formidable. Unbeknownst to either of them, these relentless exchanges wove an invisible thread between their lives, a bond formed not through words but through the unspoken language of combat.
Even beyond the sparring grounds, Seraphina's fiery determination refused to wane. Like a mischievous shadow, she would ambush Nyxander at the most unexpected moments, during his leisure hours, amidst the hum of his tasks, or even in the quiet lulls of the day.
