Inside the Beastkin Royal Training Arena.
Sunlight poured through the open arches above, casting golden light across the polished stone floor. Mana crystals glowed faintly on the walls, resonating with the flow of refined magic.
In the center of the arena stood a young woman, sword in hand, her stance graceful and poised.
Each strike was precise.
Each movement effortless.
Not a single step wasted.
Felicia, first princess of the Beastkin Kingdom, lowered her blade smoothly after completing her final form.
A light breeze swept through the open hall, brushing against her soft silver-blonde hair as it swayed around her shoulders.
She exhaled quietly, magic fading from her fingertips.
"Hm…?" She glanced toward the entrance.
One of the palace attendants approached quickly and bowed.
"Princess Felicia."
She tilted her head slightly, expression serene.
"Yes?"
"His Majesty has summoned you."
Felicia wiped her sword calmly and returned it to its sheath.
"Father?"
