They said the first sigil never fades, but the one on Wrens back was still burning.
KRZZZT, the electrical sound could be heard from across the room but what followed next put it to shame.
Blood Curdling screams echoing throughout the room drowning out any background noise, Wren hurled over on his knees tearing at his back.
ARGH-KRZZZT, it happened again Wren gassed out from all the scratching at his back collapses fully to the floor as the only thing he can do is submit, The large molten looking sigil forcing his back to surrender as it spreads across his body like an illness.
An illness that grants Power.
"One day I'm going to beat you!" A young cheerful boy shouts from across the training hall his forehead glistening in the sun with beads of sweat. A powerful swing is swung his way as he calmly and methodically dances out of the destaining swords way.
"How long are you going to dodge Aren this is getting boring"
"I will dodge till I finally have an opening" Aren chants filling the room with the beaming smile covering his face.
In this moment Aren stops an opening. Right at the bottom of the boys chest. No arms to defend it. No armour to cover it.
The opening is perfect!
Aren prepares himself, This moment is what he has been training himself for. One smooth motion he tells himself, reassuring to Aren confusing to Aren's prey.
Kael confident he is going to win again, blindly swings at Aren unbeknownst to Aren's Plan