The morning sun fell softly over the Agares territory, painting the training yard with a golden glow. The metallic sound of swords and the echo of impacts against the ground sometimes dominated the place. But this morning, the scene was different.
In the center of the arena, Vergil and Katharina stood face to face. Neither wielded weapons—just fists and determination.
"Let's see if you've learned anything in these months…" Vergil teased, rolling his shoulder as he gave a wry smile.
Katharina narrowed her eyes, her posture impeccable, as always. The heat emanating from her wasn't just confidence. It was real, tangible, the air around her shimmering.
"If you're going to test your strength, I hope you're prepared to get burned."
