The fire had burned low, leaving only embers to glow against the dark. The rich scent of roasted war beast meat still lingered in the air, but the feast was over.
Kaelred stretched his arms behind his head, letting out a content sigh. "I think that was the best meal I've ever had."
Argolaith smirked, wiping his hands on a cloth. "You'd be a fool to argue otherwise."
Malakar, however, remained silent, his violet gaze fixed on the surrounding trees.
Kaelred narrowed his eyes. "You're thinking about something."
Malakar tilted his head slightly, then said, "You are too slow."
Kaelred blinked. "What?"
Malakar turned to face them fully. "Your movements. Your techniques. They are riddled with inefficiencies." His gaze flicked toward Argolaith. "And yours are too predictable."
Kaelred scowled. "We just ate. Let us live a little before you start insulting us."
Malakar ignored him. "I will train you both. If you wish to survive what lies ahead, you need to be better."
