The cool air of the training hall was tinged with the earthy scent of sweat and mana. Dim lanterns hanging along the stone walls flickered with pale-blue flames, casting elongated shadows across the chamber.
Damien walked forward, his steps steady despite the clear signs of exertion. His clothes clung to his skin, soaked in sweat from hours of relentless cultivation. Despite the fatigue lacing his muscles, a faint, refreshed energy lingered in his aura.
"How is your training progressing, Niomi?" he asked, his voice low and casual as he approached.
Niomi looked up, and her eyes immediately brightened like stars cutting through the night. A radiant smile bloomed on her face, transforming her already lovely features into something even more charming.
"Hehehehehehe, under the guidance of Amyra, I am progressing really fast," she beamed with pride. "If everything goes according to plan, I should be able to reach Stage 2 of Iron Rank."
