Training

An arrow sailed past Elias’s figure as he battled the avian beasts with tyrannous dominance.

The arrow, made of the ethereal energy of raw Aeter flew just and true before it dug shallowly into one of the dazed beast’s exposed torso.

The boy behind the bow, or more accurately... the Centaur behind the bow, clenched his teeth in acknowledgement of his feat.

Tracing his eyes along the dripping flow of blood, Jonas could not help but be emboldened by his growing strength.

‘I’m getting stronger!’ Jonas blazed with conviction.

Jonas felt a burning excitement and determination brimming in his heart. Outwardly however, a bizarre stoicness took hold of his features.

Even in his mind, no matter how ecstatic he was of his improvement, Jonas kept his excitement and ego under check.

This improvement was birthed by his maturity, one increased exponentially by one element....

Elias.