She led him out to the backyard, where a private training ground lay hidden behind layers of moss-covered stone walls and trees.
The place wasn't just a clearing—it was a specially built combat arena, one designed for mages like her to train in secret. The ground was hardened stone, scarred with old scorch marks, frost patches, and cracks from long-forgotten spells.
Valra stepped confidently onto the stony platform, holding the wooden box of rune stones in her arms. Leo followed behind, eyes scanning the area with mild surprise.
Though he didn't say it aloud, he hadn't expected something like this. But then again… she was a mage. It would've been more surprising if she didn't have a training field.
She set the box down and pulled out one of the stones, holding it between her fingers. It glowed with a faint orange hue... Pointing toward a wooden mannequin at the far end of the field, she glanced at Leo.
