After drinking with Asterion throughout the entire day and listening to his old stories—stories about Ashvarn that had burned many years ago and eventually ended up buried beneath the earth—
Ethan stayed for a while afterward, practicing swordsmanship with Moon, who had arrived later.
At his current level, he no longer suffered injuries the way he had in the beginning. He was now capable of giving Moon a genuine challenge… even though he lost to her every single time.
Still, he could feel it.
He could feel his familiarity with the sword growing… as if it were a game he was finally beginning to master.
He left early after that without saying a word, his mind far too occupied.
Today, he had obtained a historical glimpse of that grim city—the one that had sent chills down his spine the moment he stood before it.
As he walked alone through the streets of Ashvarn at night, Ethan realized that Old Ashvarn might be a far greater problem than he had expected.
