SCREAMS shattered the rhythm of Noxton’s sword practice. He froze mid-step, slid his blade back into its sheath, and turned toward the frantic servant rushing his way. After that heated quarrel with Klarine and after commanding Simone to summon the temple priest, he had retreated to the training grounds to vent his fury. Blow after blow, he had driven his strength into each swing, striking with such relentless force that every knight sparring with him now lay sprawled across the ground, defeated by his unrestrained strength.
“L-Lady Klarine and the priest… they disappeared within the chamber,” the servant stammered as she gasped for air. “The knights, too, collapsed upon the floor."
At once, Noxton’s blood ran cold. Ignoring the strain of his body and the exhaustion burning through his m
