[House KharZeth—Training Grounds—The Next Day]
CLANG!!
SWING!!
SLASH!!
ROLL!!
The entire estate of House KharZeth shook beneath the brutality of its own master.
Steel cracked against steel, dust rose in clouds as the early sun spilled over the training grounds—but its warmth failed to soften the violence unfolding there.
Because at the center of it all stood High Ensi Rakhane Karzath.
Bare-chested, drenched in sweat, bronze skin gleaming under the rising sun like a sun-god dipped in blood. His golden serpentine eyes were narrowed with a vicious focus—not the discipline of a warrior…but the hunger of a man sharpening himself for something far darker.
His blade cut the air—wild, merciless, unrestrained.
CLANG!! THWACK!! SLASH!!
And then—SCHLK—!!
His sword tore across a knight's arm.
THUD!!
