The ship began to slow as it neared the massive docks of Teralis.
Noel and Marcus were still in the training grounds—locked in an intense sparring match. The clash of their wooden swords echoed through the room.
Neither was holding back.
The speed of their movements was on another level entirely.
Garron, watching from the side, had given up trying to follow the rhythm.
"Tch… I can't even keep up with them anymore," he muttered.
Laziel and Clara stood together nearby.
Both were mages, not front-line fighters. And after seeing the level Noel and Marcus were displaying, neither felt particularly eager to jump in.
"I'll pass," Laziel said calmly.
"Same here," Clara added with a small smile.
Their eyes remained fixed on the match.
Back on the floor, Marcus swept in low, attempting a sharp feint. Noel blocked it with a smooth counter, the two blades locking for a brief moment before separating again.
Then—
Clara's voice rang out through the training hall.
