Kael was in his private training room, focused on perfecting his skills with Chillrend. The icy blade cut through the air with a hissing sound, the cold energy around it creating a mist of ice that spread across the floor. The environment was immersed in a heavy silence, save for the echoes of the blades and the rhythmic sound of Kael's breathing.
He still remembered clearly the battle he fought against the two twins who had been thought dead at the hands of their enemies. The weight of the sword, the fierce battle, the moments of pure survival — all of it was still fresh in his mind. But now, in his training room, he was trying to rid himself of any lingering hesitation. He needed to be faster, more precise. What had happened needed to be left behind.
