Kaelen stepped into the white expanse, his robes torn and stained with blood—both his and the clone's. His breathing was heavy, one hand clutching his side while the other dragged along the air for balance.
Deep gashes marked his arms, and his black hair stuck to his face with sweat. He looked like he had just walked out of a brutal storm.
Kaelen blinked through the haze of pain and saw Neal and Alira locked in a fierce battle.
They weren't holding back. Neal's fists blazed with golden light, and Alira moved like a shadow, her blades flashing with deadly speed. Sparks flew as they clashed again and again, neither giving an inch.
Kaelen tilted his head, amused. "Tch. They're still full of fight?" he muttered with a grin. "Was their trial that easy?" The thought made him chuckle.
Then he paused, eyes narrowing as he took in the air.
The energy here was thick—rich and radiant. With every breath, he felt power trickle into him, XP flowing like a slow river into his core.
