A few hours later…
Xion sat on the sofa with research papers scattered on the table. His fingers moved swiftly as he scribbled with his brow furrowed in concentration.
Suddenly, a soft plop broke his focus.
Startled, Xion looked up to find Noxian directly sitting on the floor while balancing a twig on his finger like he usually did with his sword. "It's freezing in here," he complained.
"Then go find Ray," Xion replied without missing a beat, eyes returning to his notes. "He's your best bet against the cold and your greatest teacher if you want to level up your swordsmanship."
Noxian scowled. "I don't want to learn from him! He's such a brute. Yesterday, he told me to swing my sword while channeling mana through it. When I asked how, do you know what he said?"
He mimicked Raymond's voice mockingly: "'Go with your feelings, maybe.' What kind of vague bullshit are these feelings? If I could feel it, I'd have done it already!"
