First Training
"Stand up straight. Feet shoulder-width apart. Keep your weight balanced." Seraphina’s voice was sharp, impatient, echoing slightly in the high-ceilinged training chamber carved into the rock of the outpost. The space was functional, equipped with padded mats, reinforced walls bearing claw marks from previous sessions, and racks holding an assortment of practice weapons – mostly wooden staves and blunted training knives. Elias adjusted his stance, trying to mimic the relaxed readiness Seraphina exhibited effortlessly. It had been nearly a week since the incident in the lower caves, a week spent mostly observing, reading, and trying to stay out of the way. His initial briefing with Kaelen had provided a framework, but practical knowledge felt sorely lacking. Seraphina, apparently decidin
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