Chapter 25: Hone
Once the band of heroes began their training a collective concentration settled into the air, carrying with it a cautious reminder of their failure in Mar. The fall of the great seaside metropolis had hurt them, yet a new fire had sparked to life. Amidst the training, Julius stepped away from Dain panting, pleased with his progress. The aging Droragorian placed his palms against his knees, throwing up a single finger to hold off Dain’s attack.
“Good…good,” he said, huffing.
“You okay, old man?”
Julius shot Dain a nasty look, one riddled with sarcastic venom.
“Just saying,” Dain replied, throwing both hands up with a smile. “You may need to lie down for a while.”
“I’m gonna lay you down if you keep cracking wise about my age.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Regardless of your need to
