Chapter 30: Unexpected Guest
The sounds of wooden swords clashing rang out sharply across the sunlit training grounds. Each strike echoed like a drumbeat. Fast and precise. Astrael’s body twisted and flowed, his muscles responding to every strike of Avalon. His feet shifted over the cluster of dirt in smooth arcs, digging, weaving and countering with efficient movements. Every movement was calculated and strategic. Sweat clung to his brow, but his eyes burned with focus.
It had been a few days since his return from the dungeon, and learned the truth about the sword in his soul.
ENDER. Now, Elyndra.
He named her after much deliberation.
"You named me Elyndra," she said suddenly in his mind.
"Yeah. Calling you ’ENDER’ felt too generic."
"Hmph. I don’t mind Elyndra. It sounds... good."She paused.
...
He wasn’t sure what scared him more. The sheer weight of what she was, or the fact that she seemed to enjoy watching him struggle.
Avalon’s blade came from the left, fast and sharp.
Astrael ducked low, the wooden sword in his hand sweeping up to parry the blow. But with a loud crack, Avalon counterstruck by spinning to redirect the force before lunging with a forward thrust.