Training with solders
The next morning dawned crisp and clear, the early sunlight casting long shadows across the training grounds. I woke to the familiar warmth of Seraphine beside me, her rhythmic breathing a comforting sound. Slowly, I extricated myself from the tangle of blankets, careful not to wake her. I wanted a few moments alone to gather my thoughts before the day's rigorous training.
Slipping into my training gear, I took a moment to admire the way the leather armor fit snugly, a testament to both its craftsmanship and my growing strength. My fingers brushed over the hilt of my sword, feeling the reassuring weight of the weapon at my side. Today, we would train with both demon and human soldiers, a joint effort to prepare for the looming threat of the Demon King.
Seraphine stirred and sat up, her eyes meeting mine with a sleepy but determined look. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep.