The training yard echoed with the clash of steel and the grunts of exertion as Arthur faced off against six of his elite guards simultaneously. Sweat gleamed on his bare torso despite the cool morning air, his muscles rippling with each precise movement. The guards—all battle-hardened veterans—circled him warily, searching for an opening that wouldn't come.
"Again," Arthur commanded, rolling his shoulders. "And this time, don't hold back."
The guards exchanged glances before attacking as one, their coordinated assault a testament to Hawklight's rigorous training. Arthur moved with unnatural grace, his sword a silver blur as he parried the first three strikes. When the fourth guard lunged from behind, Arthur seemed to sense it without looking—stepping aside at the last moment and using his attacker's momentum to send him crashing into another guard.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: VOID ENHANCEMENT ACTIVE]
