Raelith stood frozen, overwhelmed with shock. Nobody could truly understand the state he was in. It was one thing to watch your opponent copy your fighting style, it was something else entirely to watch them improve it right before your very eyes, on the spot, with such terrifying ease.
He couldn't help but look at Anthony from head to toe, as if trying to confirm he was real. His mind swirled with the legends of the Sword Saint, that mythical figure many revered.
And yet, even in that moment, Raelith was certain, even the Sword Saint hadn't been this outrageous, at least not at Anthony's current age.
'Are you sure the Supreme Monarch gave birth to a human?' Warlord Raelith couldn't help but wonder, disbelief echoing through his thoughts.
He could tell, just from this short spar, which had lasted only a few hours, that he had made major improvements. Real, tangible improvements that would have taken others months, even years, to achieve.
