[Zane Eliezer’s POV]
Every day has been like an adventure since classes began. The classes were mostly on field and practical. No teacher ever held back. They used their full strength against me. Especially the one who taught me sword fighting. His name, Jald Fume. In a sword fight against him, the blade of my sword was slashed into pieces by his bare hands. I had never witnessed such destructive raw strength ever. Intrigued by his sheer strength, I asked, “Master, how do you have such raw power?”
He was huge, well built, with a body that couldn’t be cut even with Excalibur. Never covered his upper body except the gauntlets, armlets, neck armour and abdomen shield he wore. He was mostly covered in steel rather than fabric. Even his fingers were covered with armoured rings that looked lik
