Arthur stood frozen for a heartbeat, staring at the massive fissure his blade had carved through the training platform. The crack ran like a jagged scar across the entire length of the platform, a testament to the devastating power he had unleashed—and completely wasted on empty air. Dust and debris settled around him as the echoes of his failed strike faded into an uncomfortable silence.
Myah stared from near the platform with her shock practically exploding off her face 'holy crap… s-so much power in just once strike!' she gulped as sweat began to build on her hands 'how did such a weak and cowardly boy become… this!?'
"Impressive power," came Cara's voice from directly behind him, her tone carrying a mixture of genuine appreciation and subtle mockery. "But what good is strength if you can't hit your target?"
