Asterion stood and approached.
"I told you. This is the only way to learn. From now on, Moon will drain you until you can no longer continue. You will go to the priests afterward to heal… then return the next day and repeat the process."
He spoke without emotion.
Revealing a training method that had driven away all who had witnessed it.
"Moon is the only one who mastered my sword style," he continued.
"Because she possesses the Phoenix Blessing, which heals her wounds and allows her to endure."
His smile widened faintly.
"But unlike her…"
"You do not possess such an advantage."
"You have no choice but to endure ..until your body collapses."
He gestured toward Moon.
"And understand this. You are placing your life entirely in her hands."
"If she makes a mistake… if she cripples you… or delivers a fatal wound…"
His voice remained calm.
"You may never wield a sword again."
"Or worse...You may die."
Ethan's expression darkened gradually.
He understood now.
