FLASHBACK•••
OVER 300 YEARS AGO, BEFORE THE WAR.
BALMORE, KINGDOM OF WITCHES.
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A young man, visibly the age of a human teenager, flung his fists, slicing through the air with precision, each movement fluid yet forceful. The stone walls of the training room, designed like an ancient colosseum, reverberated with the sounds of his exertion. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temples as he ducked and weaved, avoiding imaginary blows with the grace of a seasoned fighter. The late afternoon sun streamed through the open ceiling, casting long shadows and highlighting the vigour of his training.
He was so engrossed in perfecting his moves that he barely registered the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Spinning around, he found Angela standing at the entrance. Her red ha
