[Author's Note: Hey guys, just a little note. I finally cleaned up the previous two chapters, so please peek at them when you get a chance before reading this chapter]
Within a silent training room, Noah swung his sword again and again. His arms ached and his muscles trembled but he didn't stop.
The blade responded to his will as its surface started glowing a deep violent crimson throwing arcs of energy across the room.
It was nearly midnight but that didn't matter.
The moment Noah had arrived in his personal dorm, he started training without a second thought.
After losing to his sister Arza, he just couldn't rest.
The moment when death had come close to him repeated again and again in his mind, bringing a smile on his ever so cold face.
He felt excited by how close he had come to achieving what he wanted.
If the teleportation hadn't triggered at the last moment, he might have actually reached that long-sought peace.
