Looming Danger

Three days had passed since my encounter with Helios and the events that followed. As I stepped into the training room once again, my pride still wounded from our previous sessions, I couldn't shake the sense of dread that washed over me.

Gwendolyn stood across from me, her stance poised and confident, a gleam of anticipation in her eyes. I squared my shoulders, steeling myself for another round of combat, determined to prove that I was not as feeble as I had appeared.

But despite my newfound resolve, it became painfully evident that little had changed since our last encounter. Gwendolyn moved with effortless grace; her strikes were swift and precise, while I stumbled and faltered, my movements clumsy and uncoordinated.