In a secluded training ground surrounded by layers of jagged rock walls and ancient sword scars carved into stone, the sound of sharp slicing filled the air like music written by blades.
The wind danced around the young figure standing in the center, swirling as if drawn to the violent elegance of his swordplay.
Alex, shirtless and dripping in sweat, moved with both intensity and grace.
Every swing of his blade cut through the air like a beast unleashed, trembling with the force of his inner will.
His breathing was deep but rhythmic, echoing in sync with his footwork and strikes.
His sword was not just a weapon anymore—it was an extension of his very spirit.
With a powerful slash, he shouted out, "Break!"
A fierce light burst from his blade, and a sudden shockwave rippled through the space around him.
The sword in his hand glowed.
A pulse of refined sword energy burst from his core, spiraling upward like a silver dragon being released from its prison.
