Chapter 564 - Successful Endeavor (End)

The training hall hummed with the familiar rhythm of blades slicing through the air, a dance Lyan had long mastered. His footfalls, light as whispers on the wooden floor, melded seamlessly with the sharp, clean movements of his practice. Every swing, every parry was executed with such fluidity that it was as though the sword itself had become an extension of his own body. The light from the rising sun poured through the windows, casting long, golden beams that illuminated the hall, making the metal of the practice blades gleam like polished silver. It was a simple moment—one of those mornings where everything felt effortless, yet perfect.