The air shifted the moment Jayden stepped forward. The training hall seemed to shrink around her as she rested the massive crimson greatsword across her shoulder. The weapon radiated raw aggression, a contrast to Jayden's sharp grin as she stared Mira down.
Cain's brows rose slightly. He knew Jayden's strength better than most. That weapon was no ordinary blade. It required a level of physical power and magical reinforcement few could manage even to lift, let alone swing at the speed Jayden was known for.
"Are you sure about this?" Cain asked.
Jayden nodded once. "Absolutely."
Her tail swayed lazily behind her, a deceptive gesture that masked the tension gathering in her muscles.
Mira said nothing. She only lifted her shield and planted her feet, calm and silent. There was no hint of fear in her eyes. No sign of uncertainty in the way she held that massive slab of blackened steel. Her stance was loose yet unshakable, like a mountain waiting for the wind to try its luck.
