Chapter 126: the training
The palace was no longer a place of quiet diplomacy. It had become a living battlefield—walls trembling with the energy of clashing magic, sharp steel, and laughter that echoed like war drums.
Cain stood in the center of the courtyard, stripped down to his training leathers. A broadsword in one hand and a fierce scowl in place, he watched Azrael Jr. and Caelan circle him.
"Again," he barked.
The twins lunged, a blur of motion—one with lightning crackling from his fingers, the other wreathed in shadows. Cain dodged one, parried the other, spun, and knocked Caelan on his back.
"Too slow."
Caelan groaned from the dirt. "You've said that seventeen times."
"And I'll say it seventeen more," Cain snapped. "You're strong. But you're predictable."
Azrael Jr. crossed his arms. "So teach us to be unpredictable."
Cain's eyes glinted. "Rina, your turn."
A blur of red flames and sarcastic mischief shot from the colonnade.
"Did someone say chaos?" Rina grinned, hurling a fireball that the twins scrambled to avoid. "'Cause I brought fire and attitude."