The sun was high in the sky, casting its golden rays over the vast plain. It was the third day of training, and Kael felt the accumulated fatigue in his muscles, but something different was driving him forward. Adalric was not just a strict trainer; he was a mentor who understood the depth of Kael's potential, and the young man was beginning to realize how much this was changing him.
"Let's go... like before," Kael breathed deeply, gripping the axe firmly. Before him stood a large tree, its trunk thick and resilient. He had faced trees before, but today was different. Today, he knew the true test was not strength, but control.
Adalric stood beside him, observing carefully. The Fourth Sword King didn't say anything, just crossed his arms, his penetrating gaze following every movement of Kael. The silence between them was almost as heavy as the responsibility Kael felt.
