Larcade's gaze lingered on his bruised hand, the raw impact of Josip's Earth Dragon Palm reverberating through his muscles like a muted thunderclap. He could almost feel the sting of the blow pulsing beneath his skin. Closing his eyes briefly, he summoned his mana, circulating it through his arms in a deliberate flow, a soothing warmth blossoming within him. Gradually, the sharp edges of his discomfort softened, and the pain dulled to a manageable thrum.
In that moment of introspection, he found himself reflecting on one of Senior August's many teachings throughout their journey together: never underestimate the power and potential of a true-blooded Brander, but never fear them. Always learn and adapt.
