Chapter 89: CLASH OF BLOODLINES
David stepped out from the looming shadows of the castle, the heavy oak doors closing behind him with a soft thud. The crisp air greeted him as he made his way toward the training grounds. The vast expanse of the grounds spread out before him, divided into sections where the elite of the De Gor household honed their skills. To his left, the mage section crackled with energy; bursts of magic lit the air as robed figures practised their craft. Today, it was unusually occupied, the vibrant flashes of mana painting the area in hues of blue and green. But David's focus was elsewhere.
His gaze shifted to the right, where the swordsman section awaited—a place he knew all too well. The clashing of steel rang out, punctuating the grunts of exertion as warriors drilled relentlessly. David's steps were unhurried but purposeful as he approached, the earth beneath his feet hardened by countless battles fought on this very soil.