Chapter 087
DARIUS
The morning sun was barely up when Torren and I started our training session. The air was cool and crisp, perfect for sparring.
I needed this—needed to clear my head, to focus on something physical and straightforward after the chaos of the past few days.
My muscles burned as I blocked Torren's strike and countered with one of my own.
Our swords clashed, the ring of metal on metal echoing across the training grounds.
Around us, other warriors were going through their own drills, the sounds of combat filling the air.
I was just starting to lose myself in the rhythm of the fight when I heard someone shouting.
"Alpha! Alpha Darius!"
I stepped back from Torren, lowering my sword. Daniel, one of our messengers, was running across the training grounds towards us.
