22 What Really Matters
The young warriors tirelessly committed to their training. Gradually coming to grips with their extraordinary abilities was a monumental task, yet the aspiring warriors took to the challenge
with a confident swagger of self-assurance. In yet another session, Lucas, Dain, and Dorian sparred with Bartas, Julius, and Xia near the center of the room.
“Good, Dain. You’re learning to incorporate your powers into your attacks,” Julius applauded.
Dain doubled over, palms against his knees, panting from exhaustion.
“You need a moment?”
“No…I’m okay.” Dain slid his finger along the cold surface of his blade, an idea sparking to life. He imagined his energy transferring into the blade, and his yellowish aura leached from his body and onto the sword, shrouding it in burn
