ALARIC stood at the center of the open field. His shirt was slightly damp with sweat. A sword was gripped firmly in his hand.
Nasa training ground ng Volkov mansion at nag-e-ensayo.
The sharp sound of steel against steel echoed through the training ground.
Mabilis man ang bawat galaw niya, ramdam ni Julian at Ronan na bumabagabag sa boss nila.
“Boss is frustrated,” Julian said.
Julian and Ronan were both watching from the sidelines.
“Mag-iisang oras na siyang nag-e-ensayo.”
Tumango si Ronan. “At hindi pa siya kuntento.”
Alaric lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with deadly speed. He pivoted, twisted, and struck again against the training dummy in front of him.
The impact was hard enough to shake the frame.
Napangiwi si Julian. “That dummy didn’t do anything
