The metallic sound of steel clashing against steel reverberated through the stone corridors, followed by explosions of fire and gusts of piercing wind. The castle's training hall trembled with each impact, as if the place itself feared the three women fighting within.
Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne moved in perfect disharmony—three elemental forces colliding at a frenetic pace, without pause, without mercy. It was more than training. It was catharsis.
The reason? Simple: Vergil had left early.
Without a warning. Without a touch.
And the three—his wives—woke to the cold bed and the suffocating silence of the empty room.
Frustration was the trigger.
Now, the training ground was the battlefield.
Katharina was the first to attack.
Her hands rose, and golden flames erupted from the ground, engulfing everything within a ten-meter radius. The fire took shape like a living beast, roaring under the intense-eyed redhead's command.
