Aside from Samuel, Leyan was the only other person who noticed something familiar.
At first, the elf almost did not show any interest in the battle. He stood several meters away with his arms crossed, gazing toward the artificial sky of the training dimension with his usual brooding expression.
But the clash of metal kept going so that it gradually caught his attention.
At first, Leyan just listened. Then he glanced over, and his eyes immediately settled on the scene of the battle and he kept looking at them until the end.
Don was sitting on the grass now, breathing heavily. His shield had been kicked several meters away, the longsword of the young man named Jack was pointed directly at his face.
Leyan stared at Jack. Thinking about that fighting style… For a moment, Clyde's familiar figure appeared in his mind, it just came naturally to him.
