The massive chandelier cast a warm, golden glow across the black marble floor of the training hall. Red velvet curtains hung from the upper balconies, absorbing sounds of combat that would otherwise echo through the cavernous space. Gothic columns stretched toward the arched ceiling, their shadows dancing as candelabras flickered with each surge of mana that pulsed through the chamber.
In the center of this opulent arena stood Angelica, her short black hair framing sharp eyes that tracked every movement in the shadows. She held her thin sword at a perfect angle, the blade parallel to the floor, its silver edge catching the chandelier's light. Her white blouse and black corset showed not a single wrinkle despite the intensity of her previous exertions.
Where in all the realms did David find these beasts? she wondered, her senses stretched to their limits.
