Lunaris and the Auri watched as Nova sparred against himself. He was envisioning himself as the opponent, his eyes narrowing as some sweat lunged into his eyes. He got into a defensive position, as his imaginary self lunged towards him.
His movements cut through the still air; each strike was deliberate and calculated to the kind of precision born only from countless battles and too many near-deaths.
His fists blurred, striking at invisible points in space, yet the force of every motion rippled through the ground beneath him. Dust lifted around him as the ground trembled.
Lunaris tilted his head, his eyes tracing the path of Nova's strikes. The Auri stood with arms folded, her expression unreadable. The light that surrounded her body shimmered faintly, a reminder that she was no mere spectator but a being who once commanded stars.
"You're overthinking again," the Auri said calmly.
