Fractured Memories

This time, a bunch of fragmented memories flooded Alister's mind, different incomplete instances, but the few more important ones seemed to replay themselves at the front of his mind.

Fizzle

The memory suddenly flickered out with another appearing to take its place.

The sound of the sparking energy field surrounded the training grounds as the Overlord and black-and-white-haired Abyss-Void, Mar'Garet, stood facing each other. In his hand, the Overlord held a long, gleaming spear, its blade catching the light with each movement.

Mar'Garet, holding a similar spear, eyed the weapon with a touch of curiosity and confusion.

"My lord... why are we training with these? You should know my clan has always only focused on combat with shorter weapons."

The Overlord stood a distance away, looking relaxed yet with no openings. He met her gaze with a stern look on his face.