Chapter 63: The Council's Gambit
The training hall was completely empty. Draven stood in the center of the concrete mat.
Aegon charged. He gripped his silver spear. Fire exploded from his skin. The heat warped the air.
SWISH!
Aegon thrust the weapon. Draven did not move backward. He stepped inside the guard. He grabbed the wooden shaft. He applied a downward kinetic vector.
BAM!
Aegon hit the floor. The flames scattered across the concrete.
"You are wasting your energy," Draven said. "You fight like a wild animal. It looks intimidating. It is tactically useless."
Aegon groaned. He pushed himself off the ground. He wiped sweat from his chin.
"I am giving it everything I have," Aegon argued. "The Crucible burns outward."
"Force it inward," Draven instructed. "Stop letting the fire leak. Compress it into the steel. A bonfire warms a room. A blowtorch cuts through armor."
Aegon nodded. He stood up and took his stance. He closed his eyes.
