His silhouette, stretched long by the fading glow of the sunset, looked lonely and desolate.
Lonely, and desolate.
「The next day.」
Black Stone Territory, on the training grounds.
"HRAAAGH!"
Raylo let out a low roar as the Knight Sword in his hand carved a sharp arc, cleaving viciously into the training post before him—a post made from the hardest Black Iron Wood.
"CLANG!"
A piercing sound, like the clash of metal on metal.
Sparks flew.
That incredibly hard training post, so thick it would take a person's full embrace to circle, was cleanly split in two right down the middle!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror.
The surrounding Knights let out a series of stifled gasps.
This was already the tenth training post Raylo had sundered today.
Raylo ignored the stares from those around him.
Expressionless, he simply watched the severed half of the post topple over. His chest heaved violently, his forehead beaded with sweat.
