Their weapons clashed once more, then both fighters sprang back.
Riven smiled, eyes glinting.
"You've gotten strong, Aslan."
Aslan grinned, raising one of his short swords to his face like a salute.
"No, Vice Captain—you've gotten stronger. You're holding back on me."
Riven chuckled but said nothing.
He sheathed his daggers into his System inventory, standing upright with calm ease.
His gaze swept across the training hall.
All around, Veylor members were deep in their drills—focused, sharp.
Tomorrow was their semifinal.
Then his eyes stopped—drawn toward a familiar figure.
A girl with black hair and striking blue eyes moved across the floor in sleek, liquid motions.
Her black armor hugged her form, amplifying her graceful, dangerous beauty.
She danced across the polished floor like an ice-skater, twin daggers flashing in her hands.
Water flowed beneath her with every step, letting her glide and pivot with unnatural smoothness.
