The Survival Exam 3
Damian channeled his aura into the blade, without the help of any spell. The long, double-handed sword was instantly cloaked in a pitch-black coating. It wasn't just flames anymore—he had learned to solidify it enough to properly encase his weapon, though still not perfect, the flames still flickered once in a while. The lessons with Lucian had helped a lot.
The first thing to catch his attention was the high-pitched buzzing of fast-flying bees crossing the tall trees to face the open area near the bridge, though only a few at first. Damian let them approach, allowing them to gather more of their kind before dealing with them. When dozens swarmed toward him, he effortlessly lifted his double-handed sword and swung it in a wide arc at the buzzing nuisances.